Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin Out My Closet

Where's my
I no snare 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 kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as exploding
Tempers flaring from just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em 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 they'll never me out
at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'mma make you so ridiculous now

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

Ha! I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it, I'll you back to '73
Before I had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I if he even kissed 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 hated Kim, I grit my and I'd try
To make it with her at least for Hailie's sake
I made some mistakes, but I'm only human
but I'm man to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was 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 y'all to "The 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 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 think this is dissing
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your momma popping pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'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? You're getting now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna 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 hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep telling yourself 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 burn in for this shit
Remember when died and you said you wished it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

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