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, been protested and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the
Sick as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans
Tempers flaring from parents 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 in the evening
Leave them with a taste sour as vinegar in they
See they can me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha prolly of me now
you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

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

I got some skeletons in my
And I know if no one knows it
So before they me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of
My faggot father must've 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 fucking he would die
I at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grin my and I try to make it work
With her atleast for sake I maybe made some mistakes
But I'm human but I'm man enough to face them 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, shit I would've Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to ya'll to the Eminem show

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

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

Now I would never diss my own mama to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's going through her purse when shit's missing
Going through housing systems, victim of munchhausen syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I
'Til I grew up, now I up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
Wasn't it the reason you 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 know that your
And Hailie's getting so big now, you see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral
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 you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you burn in hell 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 sorry
I meant to hurt you
I meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my
One More

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