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, been protested and demostrated against
signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's
All this commotion, run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from just blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening
Leave with a taste sour as vinegar 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 you look so ridiculous now

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

I got skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and it
I'ma expose it, I'll 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 panties up in a
'Cause he split, I wonder if he kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second I just fucking wished he would die
I at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
if I hated Kim, I grin 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 face them
I did was stupid, no doubt 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 shot Kim and him
It's my life, I'd like to welcome to the Eminem show

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

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

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get
Take a to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to
Witnessing your mama popping pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse when 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 up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
Wasn't it the reason you made CD for me, ma?
So you try to justify the way you treated me, ma?
But guess what, your getting 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 you'll never see her, she even be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is you admit you was wrong
Bitch, do song, keep telling 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!
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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

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