Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

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

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

Ha! I got some skeletons in my
And I don't if no one knows it
So before they thrown me my coffin and close it
I'mma it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a of months
My father must have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I my teeth and I'd try
To make it with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made mistakes, but I'm only human
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 killed him, shit I shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Show"

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

Now I would never diss my own momma to get recognition
Take a to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing your momma popping pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going her purse and shit's missing
through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you 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 it's when you're lonely
And Nathan's up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
And Hailie's getting 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 is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep telling that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this
when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

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