Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated
Picket signs for my rhymes, look at the times
as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring from parents blow 'em off and keep going
Not nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
kicking ass in the morning and taking 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 sick of me now ain't you momma?
make you look so ridiculous now

I'm momma!
I never meant to 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 never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my

Ha! I got some in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So before thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it, I'll take you to '73
Before I had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
My faggot father have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I don't. On second thought I just fucking he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her
if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm human
but I'm man enough to them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
'Cause I'da killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him
It's my life, I'd like to welcome to "The Eminem Show"

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

Now I would never diss my own momma just to get
Take a second to for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to
Witnessing your popping prescription 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 when I wasn't
'Til I 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 try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're getting older now and it's cold when lonely
And growing 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 never see her, she won't even be at 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 what you didn't 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?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

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