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
signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All this emotions run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers from parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking from 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 sour as vinegar in mouth
See they can trigger me, but never figure me out
at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'mma you look so ridiculous now

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

Ha! I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my and close it
I'mma expose it, take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I just wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture her side
Even if I Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at for Hailie's sake
I maybe made 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 bullets outta gun
'Cause I'da killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him
It's my life, I'd like to y'all to "The Eminem Show"

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 said I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I never 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 this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that always going through 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 grew up, now I blew up, it makes you 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 what? You're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that 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 hurts me the most is you won't admit you was
Bitch do your song, keep yourself 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 burn in hell 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 meant to you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet