Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or against?
I have, I've been protested and against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, 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 just 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking 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 probably sick of me now ain't you
make you look 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 cleaning out my

Ha! I got some skeletons in my
And I don't if no one knows it
So before they 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 of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a
'Cause he split, I if he even 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 hated Kim, I grit my 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 face them
What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
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 never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

Now I would diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Syndrome
My whole life I was made to I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it you sick to ya stomach
it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you 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 you'll never see her, she won't even be at 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 in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am 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 meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my