Luyện nghe bài hát Cleaning Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or against?
I have, been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's
flaring from parents 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 with a taste as sour as vinegar in they
See they can trigger me, but never figure me out
at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'mma you look so ridiculous now

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 I'm sorry momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my

Ha! I got some skeletons in my
And I know if no one knows it
So before they me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it, I'll you back to '73
Before I ever had a selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a
'Cause he split, I if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my and I'd try
To make it with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only
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 bullets that gun
I'da 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 meant to you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my

Now I would never my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her and shit's missing
Going through public systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you to ya stomach
Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made CD for me Ma?
So you could try to the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're getting older now and it's cold when lonely
And Nathan's up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
And getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was
Bitch do song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this
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 never meant to you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet