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

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

Yo yo

Have you ever been hated, or against?
I have, I've protested and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, at the times
Sick as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's
All this commotion, run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers from parents just blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the
Leave them with a sour as vinegar in they mouth
See can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha sick of me now
you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

I'm sorry
I meant to hurt you
I meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
One More

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

I got some in my closet
And I dont know if no one it
So before they throw me my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a of months
My father must've had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I don't, on second thought I fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailey, and I couldn't leaving her side
Even if I Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to make it work
With her atleast for Hailie's sake I maybe made some
But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face today
What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the outta that 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 meant to you
I never meant you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
One More

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

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 mama popping prescription pills in the
Bitching someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, of munchhausen 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 your stomach, doesn't it?
it the reason you made that CD for me, ma?
So you could try to 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 gonna know that your phoney
And getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she wont be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is you admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep telling that you was a mum
But how dare you try to take what you didn't me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you burn in hell for this shit!
Remember when Ronnie died and you you wished it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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

I'm mama
I meant to hurt you
I meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
Ha!