Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you ever been 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 kid that's behind
All commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring from just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm
kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
Leave 'em a taste as sour as vinegar in they 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'mma make you so ridiculous now

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

Ha! I got some in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my and close it
I'mma expose it, I'll 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 have had his panties up in a bunch
he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I just fucking wished he die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her
Even if I Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for Hailie's
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm human
but I'm man to face them today
What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the smartest I did was take the bullets 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 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 meant to you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my

Now I would never diss my own momma to get recognition
a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your momma prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public 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 up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
it? Wasn't 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 growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, beautiful
But you'll never see her, she even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was
Bitch do your song, keep yourself that you was a mom!
But how you try to take what you didn't 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?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be!

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