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

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

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

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

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in mouth
See they can me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya sick of me now, ain't you momma?
I'ma you look so ridiculous now

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

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

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

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

I look at and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for sake
I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only
But I'm man enough to face 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 him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Show'

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

I said, I'm momma
I never meant to you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my

Now, I would never diss my own momma just to get
Take a to listen 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 throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick I wasn't
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 could try to justify the way you me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin' now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's know that you're phony

And gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the is you won't admit you was wrong
do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom

But how dare you try to what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' in hell for this shit
Remember Ronnie died and you said 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 never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one time

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