Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Sorry Mama (full song)

Where's my
I no snare on my headphones
you go
Yeah, yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated
I have, I've been and demonstrated against
signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's

All commotion emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' from parents just 'em off and keep goin'
Not takin' nothin' from no one give 'em long as I'm breathin'
Keep kickin' ass in the mornin' and takin' in the evenin'

'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, ain't you
I'ma you look so ridiculous now

I'm momma
I meant to hurt you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet, one more time

I said, I'm momma
I meant to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

Ha, I got skeletons in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you to '73
I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD

I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father 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 just fuckin' he would die

I at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth 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 doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was take the outta that gun
'Cause, I'da killed him; shit I woulda Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Show'

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

I said, I'm sorry
I never to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet

Now, I would never my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to for who you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription pills in the

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' her purse and shit's missin'
through public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I
Till I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you 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 gettin' older now and it's cold your lonely
And growin' up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony

And Hailie's so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she even be at your funeral
See hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep tellin' yourself you was a mom

But how dare you try to take what you didn't me to get
You bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit
when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be

I'm sorry
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 to hurt you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet