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 fucking kid that's behind
All this commotion, emotions run as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and going
Not taking from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking in the evening
Leave them a taste sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but never figure me out
Look at me now, I prolly sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma you look so ridiculous now

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

I got some in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll you back to '73
Before I ever had a selling CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of
My father must've had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second thought I fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her
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 to face them today
I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the show

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

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

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get
Take a second to for who you think this record is dissing
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her when shit's missing
Going public housing systems, victim of munchhausen syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick 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 could try to justify the way you me, ma?
But guess what, your older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's know that your phoney
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's
But never see her, she wont even be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is you wont you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep yourself that you was a mum
But how you try to take what 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 you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be

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

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