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 discriminated
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, at the times
as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's
Tempers flaring 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
'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
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 never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

Ha! I got some in my closet
And I don't know if no one it
So before they thrown me inside my and close it
I'mma expose it, take you back to '73
Before I had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I just fucking wished he 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 Hailie's
I maybe made mistakes, but I'm only human
but I'm man to face them today
I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest I did was take the bullets outta that gun
'Cause I'da killed him, I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome to "The Eminem Show"

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

Now I would diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your momma popping prescription in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's
My whole life I was made to I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
Doesn't it? Wasn't it the you made that 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 you're
And Nathan's up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
And Hailie's so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the 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 help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for shit
Remember Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, 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 (one more time)
I I'm sorry momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my