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 and demonstrated against
Picket for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All this commotion run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring from parents blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste as as vinegar in they mouth
See they can me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'mma make you so ridiculous now

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

Ha! I got some skeletons in my
And I don't know if no one it
So they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it, take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum 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 if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her
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 mistakes, but I'm only human
but I'm man enough to face today
What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets that gun
'Cause I'da killed him, shit I would've 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 I'm sorry momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet

Now I never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is
But put yourself in my position, just try to
Witnessing your momma popping pills in the kitchen
Bitching someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you 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 You're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And growing 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 never see her, she won't even be at your funeral!
See hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to what you didn't help me to get
You bitch, I hope 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 never meant to you!
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet (one more time)
I I'm sorry momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet