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, been protested 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 flaring parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the
Leave 'em with a as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now you momma?
I'mma make you so ridiculous now

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

Ha! I got some skeletons in my
And I don't if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my and close it
expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby, maybe I was a couple of months
My father must 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 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 only
but I'm man to face them today
I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was the bullets outta that gun
'Cause I'da him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

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

Now I would never diss my own momma to get recognition
Take a to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to
your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it you sick 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 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 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 bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

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