Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you ever hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated
signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's
Tempers flaring from parents just 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell as I'm breathing
Keep ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never me out
at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'mma make you look so now

I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I meant to make 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 make you cry, but
I'm out my closet

Ha! I got some skeletons in my
And I know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and 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 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 fucking wished he would die
I at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for Hailie's
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm human
but I'm man enough to face them
I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
'Cause I'da killed him, shit I shot Kim and him both
my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

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

Now I would diss my own momma 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 purse and missing
Going through public housing systems, of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya
Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made CD for me Ma?
So you try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess You're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know you're phony
And Hailie's getting so big now, you see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep telling yourself 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 for this shit
Remember Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

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