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 against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated
Picket signs for my rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's
All commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking 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 so ridiculous now

I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I meant 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 meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

Ha! I got some skeletons in my
And I don't know if no one it
So before they thrown me my coffin and close it
I'mma it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a selling CD
I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot must have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even 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
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my and I'd try
To make it with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm 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 I'da killed him, shit I shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Show"

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

Now I would never diss my own momma to get recognition
Take a second to for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's
My whole 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 made CD for me Ma?
So you could try to the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know you're phony
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, beautiful
But never see her, she won't even be at your funeral!
See what me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep telling yourself you was a mom!
But how dare you try to what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

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