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 hated, or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and 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 as oceans exploding
Tempers from parents just blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell 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 can trigger 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 meant to hurt you
I never meant you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
One Time

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

I got skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one it
So before they throw me my coffin and close it
expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a selling CD
I was a baby maybe I was a couple of months
My faggot father must've had his panties up in a
he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailey, and I picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to it work
her atleast for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes
But I'm only human but I'm man to face them today
What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot 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 never make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my
One More

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

Now I never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going her purse when shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of munchhausen
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you 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 cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that phoney
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, beautiful
But you'll never see her, she even be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was
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 and you said you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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

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