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

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

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they
See they can trigger me, but they'll figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably of me now, ain't you momma?
I'ma make you look so now

I'm momma
I meant to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one 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 skeletons in my
And I don't if no one knows 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 sellin' CD

I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
My faggot father must had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I if he even kissed me goodbye?
No I don't on second I just fuckin' 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 with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made mistakes but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to them today

I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the outta that gun
'Cause, I'da him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to y'all to 'The Eminem Show'

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 said, I'm momma
I meant 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 listen for who you think record is dissin'
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessin' momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shit's
Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I
Till I grew up, now I blew up, it you sick to ya stomach

it? Wasn't 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' older now and it's cold when your
And Nathan's growin' up so he's gonna know that you're phony

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

But how you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for 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 cleanin' out my closet, one more

I said, I'm sorry
I meant to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my