Luyện nghe bài hát Cleaning Out My Closet

Where's my
I have no 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 of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's
Tempers from parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing no one give 'em hell long 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 me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now you momma?
I'mma you look so ridiculous now

I'm momma!
I never meant to you!
I meant to make 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 cleaning out my

Ha! I got some skeletons in my
And I don't if no one knows it
So before thrown me inside my coffin and close it
expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
My faggot must have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I don't. On second thought I just wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her
Even if I Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe some mistakes, but I'm only human
but I'm man enough to face them
I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the 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 I'm sorry momma!
I never to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my

Now I would never diss my own momma to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this is dissing
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessing your momma prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I
I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
Doesn't it? it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're getting now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick gonna know that you're phony
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's
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, keep telling yourself you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you burn in hell for this shit
Remember when died and you said you wished it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

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