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 been protested and against
Picket signs for my rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind, of the fucking kid that's behind
All this commotion, emotions run deep as exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and going
Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm
kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening
Leave them with a taste sour as vinegar in mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll figure 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 never make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my
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 some in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my 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 must've had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I don't, on second I just 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 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 doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was take the outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem

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

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

Now I would never 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, just try to
Witnessing your mama popping prescription in the kitchen
Bitching someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing
through 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?
it the reason you made 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 cold when your
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's
But you'll never see her, she wont even be at your *hahaha*
See what me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep yourself 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 fucking burn in hell for 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 meant to hurt you
I meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
One More

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