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, been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and going
Not taking nothing no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste as as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably of me now ain't you momma?
I'mma you look so ridiculous now

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 meant to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my

Ha! I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't know if no one 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 a couple of months
My faggot father 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 at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work her at least for Hailie's sake
I made some mistakes, but I'm only human
but I'm man enough to them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was take the outta that gun
'Cause I'da him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

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

Now I would never my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it you sick to ya stomach
Doesn't it? it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so he's gonna know that you're phony
And getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But never 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 telling yourself 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 Ronnie died and you you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be!

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