Luyện nghe bài hát Cleaning Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you ever hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid behind
All commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers from parents just blow '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 taking names in the
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as in they mouth
See can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you
I'mma make you so ridiculous now

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 meant to hurt you!
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

Ha! I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't know if no one it
So they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
My faggot father have 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 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 work with her at least for Hailie's
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 outta that gun
'Cause I'da killed him, shit I shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to y'all to "The Eminem Show"

I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I never to make 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 cleaning out my

Now I would never my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing your momma prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her and shit's missing
Going public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was 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 you made 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 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 see her, she won't even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep telling yourself you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you help me to get
You selfish bitch, I you fucking burn in hell for this shit
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 meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet