Luyện nghe bài hát Cleaning Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been and demonstrated against
signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's
All this commotion run deep as ocean's exploding
flaring from 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
Leave 'em with a as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never 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 never to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I meant 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 if no one knows it
So before they me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it, I'll you back to '73
I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a
he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I just wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture her side
if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at for Hailie's sake
I maybe some mistakes, but I'm only human
but I'm man enough to face today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was the bullets outta that gun
'Cause killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my

Now I would never diss my own just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this is dissing
But put in my position, just try to envision
your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going her purse and shit's missing
through 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 blew up, it 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 lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna 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, telling yourself 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 this
when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well 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 said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my