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 or discriminated against?
I have, been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's
All this commotion emotions run deep as exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just 'em off and keep going
Not taking from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and names in the evening
'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll 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 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 out my closet

Ha! I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So before thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it, I'll take you to '73
I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My father 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 fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't leaving her side
if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for sake
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only
but I'm man enough to face 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 y'all to "The Show"

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

Now I would never diss my own momma just to get
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is
But put yourself in my position, just try to
your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching someone's always going 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 when I
'Til I up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
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 what? You're getting older now and it's when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's
But you'll never see her, she even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep yourself 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 fucking 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 never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet