Luyện nghe bài hát Cleaning Out My Closet

Where's my
I have no snare in my
you go

yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or against?
I have, I've been protested and against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's
All this commotion run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring from just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the and taking names in the evening
Leave 'em a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'mma make you look so now

I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet (one more time)
I I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

Ha! I got skeletons in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my and close it
I'mma it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot must have had his panties up in a bunch
he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I just fucking wished he die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture her side
Even if I Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it with her at least for Hailie's sake
I 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 smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta gun
'Cause killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my

Now I would never diss my own momma to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing your momma popping prescription pills in the
Bitching that always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Syndrome
My whole life I was to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya
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 You're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's know that you're phony
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at funeral!
See what me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep telling that you was a mom!
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 died and you said you it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my