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 hated or against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's
All this commotion run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring 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 in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as in they mouth
See they can me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably of me now ain't you momma?
I'mma 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 (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 they me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it, I'll take you to '73
Before I ever had a selling CD
I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I just fucking wished he die
I look at Hailie, and I picture leaving her side
Even if I Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe some mistakes, but I'm only human
but I'm man enough to face them
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
'Cause killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Show"

I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I never meant to 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

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 in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your momma prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and missing
Going public housing 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 up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
Doesn't it? it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're getting now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna that you're phony
And Hailie's so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she even be at your funeral!
See hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom!
But how you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this
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 never meant to you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
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 out my closet