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, look at the
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's
Tempers from parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em long as I'm breathing
Keep ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See can trigger 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 look so now

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

Ha! I got some in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it, I'll take you to '73
Before I had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was a couple of months
My father must have 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 fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for Hailie's
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only
but I'm man to face them 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 shot Kim and him
It's my life, I'd 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 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 cleaning out my

Now I would never diss my own just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing your momma popping pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's going through her purse and shit's missing
Going public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you 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 know that phony
And getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she even be at your funeral!
See what me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, telling yourself that you was a mom!
But how you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit
Remember when died 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 meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my