Luyện nghe bài hát Cleanin' Out My Closet [Explicit]

Where's my
I no snare on my headphones
you go

Yo yo

Have you been hated, or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and against
Picket for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's behind
All commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from 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 them 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 prolly of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you so ridiculous now

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

I'm mama
I never meant to you
I meant make 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 they throw me inside my coffin and it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of
My faggot father must've had his up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second thought I just fucking he would die
I at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to it work
With her atleast for Hailie's sake I made some mistakes
But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face them
What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show

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

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

Now I would never my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to for who you think this record is dissing
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your mama prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing
Going public housing systems, victim of munchhausen syndrome
My whole I was made to believe I was sick 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 that CD for me, ma?
So you could try to the way you treated me, ma?
But guess what, your getting older now and it's cold when lonely
And Nathan's 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 me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep telling that you was a mum
But how dare you try to take you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for 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 mama
I meant to hurt you
I never make you cry
But tonight, I'm out my closet
One Time

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