Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the
Sick as the of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as exploding
Tempers flaring parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the
Leave 'em with a taste as 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?
make you look so ridiculous now

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

Ha! I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So before thrown me inside my coffin 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 kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I just fucking 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 face them
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was take the outta that gun
'Cause I'da killed him, I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet (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 never diss my own momma just to get
Take a second to listen for who you this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to
your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it you sick to ya stomach
Doesn't it? it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're getting now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
And getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But never see her, she won't even be at your funeral!
See what me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for shit
Remember when Ronnie and you said 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 never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my