Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

Where's my
I have no on my headphones
you go
Yeah, yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated
I have, I've protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's

All commotion emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' from parents just blow 'em off and goin'
Not takin' from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
Keep kickin' ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll figure me out
at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you momma?
I'ma make you so ridiculous now

I'm momma
I never meant to you
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet, one more time

I said, I'm momma
I never meant to you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my

Ha, I got skeletons in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD

I was a baby, maybe I was a couple of months
My father must have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I if he even kissed me goodbye?
No I don't on second I just fuckin' wished he would die

I at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for sake
I maybe some mistakes but I'm only human
But I'm man to face them today

What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
'Cause, killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to Eminem Show'

I'm momma
I meant to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet, one more time

I said, I'm sorry
I never meant to you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

Now, I would never diss my own momma just to get
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is
But put yourself in my position, just try to
Witnessin' your momma poppin' pills in the kitchen

that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, of Munchausen's Syndrome
My life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
Till I grew up, now I up, it makes you sick to ya stomach

Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made CD for me Ma?
So you could try to the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's know that you're phony

And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, beautiful
But you'll see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the most is you won't you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep tellin' that you was a mom

But how dare you try to what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you you wished it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

I'm momma
I meant to hurt you
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet, one more time

I said, I'm momma
I never to hurt you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my