Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin' Out My Closet [Explicit]

Where's my
I no snare on my headphones
you go

Yo yo

Have you ever been hated, or against?
I have, I've been and demostrated against
Picket for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans
Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and going
Not taking from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the
Leave with a taste sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but never figure me out
at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now
Ain't you mama, make you look so ridiculous now

I'm mama
I meant to hurt you
I never meant you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my
One More

I'm mama
I never to hurt you
I meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my
Ha!

I got some skeletons in my
And I dont know if no one it
So before they throw me inside my and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby I was just a couple of months
My father must've 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 Hailey, and I couldn't picture her side
Even if I hated Kim, I my teeth and I try to make it work
With her atleast for Hailie's sake I maybe some mistakes
But I'm only human but I'm man enough to them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta gun
Cause I'd of killed em, I would've shot Kim and him both
my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show

I'm mama
I never to hurt you
I never meant you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
One More

I'm mama
I never to hurt you
I meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
Ha!

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get
Take a second to listen for who you think record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to
Witnessing your mama prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that always going through her purse when shit's missing
Going through public systems, victim of munchhausen syndrome
My whole life I was to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your 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, your getting older now and it's when your lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna that your phoney
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's
But you'll never see her, she wont be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep yourself that you was a mum
But how dare you try to take you didn't help me to get
You bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit!
when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

I'm sorry
I never to hurt you
I never meant you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
One Time

I'm mama
I never meant to you
I never meant you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
Ha!