Luyện nghe bài hát Cleaning Out My Closet

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

yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated
I have, I've been protested and against
signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring from just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell 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 they can me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now you momma?
I'mma make you look so now

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

Ha! I got some in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it, I'll you back to '73
Before I ever had a selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was a couple of months
My father must have had his panties up in a bunch
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 picture leaving 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 made some mistakes, but I'm only
but I'm man enough to face them
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
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 out my closet (one more time)
I said I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
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 yourself in my position, just try to
your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you to ya stomach
Doesn't it? Wasn't it the you made 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 you're phony
And Hailie's getting so big now, you 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
Bitch do your song, keep telling that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you didn't me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you 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 meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I I'm sorry momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet