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 hated or against?
I have, I've been and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my 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 parents just 'em off and keep going
Not taking from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and names in the evening
Leave 'em with a as sour 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 make you so ridiculous now

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 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 know if no one it
So before they thrown me inside my and close it
expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I don't. On second thought I 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 them today
I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta gun
'Cause I'da him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to y'all to "The Eminem Show"

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 said I'm 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 just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
Doesn't it? Wasn't it the you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you 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 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 be at your funeral!
See what me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
do your song, keep telling 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 hell for this
Remember 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 meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet