Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin Out My Closet

Where's my
I have no in my headphones
you go

yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or against?
I have, I've been protested and against
Picket signs for my rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid behind
All this commotion emotions run as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm
Keep kicking ass in the morning and names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now you momma?
make you look so ridiculous now

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

Ha! I got some in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and it
expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a selling CD
I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my and I'd try
To make it with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only
but I'm man enough to face them
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was the bullets outta that gun
'Cause I'da him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my

Now I never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put in my position, just try to envision
your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to I was sick when I wasn't
I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
Doesn't it? it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're getting older now and cold when you're lonely
And growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
And getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in for this shit
Remember when died and you said you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my