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

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

Leave 'em with a taste as as vinegar in they mouth
See can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, you momma?
make you look so ridiculous now

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

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

Ha, I got some in my closet
And I don't know if no one it
So they throw 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 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 wished he would die

I at Hailie 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 her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe some mistakes but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to face them

What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets that gun
'Cause, I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him,
my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show'

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

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

Now, I would diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
your momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's goin' throuh 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 I wasn't
Till I grew up, now I 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? gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so he's gonna know that you're phony

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

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

I'm momma
I never to hurt you
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
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