Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and against
Picket signs for my rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid behind
All commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding
flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the
Leave 'em a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but never figure 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 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 to hurt you!
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my

Ha! I got some in my closet
And I don't know if no one it
So before they thrown me inside my and close it
I'mma it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
My faggot father must have had his up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even 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 Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm human
but I'm man enough to them today
I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest I did was take the bullets outta that gun
'Cause killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome to "The Eminem Show"

I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I I'm sorry momma!
I meant to hurt 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
Take a second to listen for who you this record is dissing
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your momma prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you to ya stomach
Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And growing up so quick 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 even be at your funeral!
See what me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
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 fucking burn in hell for this
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 meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my