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 protested and demostrated
Picket signs for my rhymes, look at the times
as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's behind
All this commotion, emotions run as oceans exploding
Tempers from parents just blow em off and keep going
Not nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and names in the evening
Leave them with a taste sour as in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never me out
Look at me now, I betcha sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so now

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

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

I got skeletons in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and it
expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a selling CD
I was a maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must've had his panties up in a
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he 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
her atleast for Hailie's 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 bullets outta gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome to the Eminem show

I'm sorry
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 make you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
Ha!

Now I never diss my own mama just to get recognition
a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the
Bitching that 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 up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your 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, your older now and it's cold when your lonely
And growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney
And getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But never see her, she wont even 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 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 mama
I never meant to you
I never meant you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my
One Time

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