Luyện nghe bài hát Cleaning Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or against?
I have, I've protested and demonstrated against
signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run as ocean's exploding
flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you
make you look so ridiculous now

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

Ha! I got some in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and it
I'mma it, I'll take 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 had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I don't. On second thought I just wished he would die
I at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm human
but I'm man enough to them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets that gun
'Cause I'da killed him, shit I shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome to "The Eminem Show"

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

Now I would never diss my own momma just to get
Take a second to for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing your popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick 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 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 when you're lonely
And Nathan's up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't be at your funeral!
See hurts 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 what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this
Remember when Ronnie and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be!

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