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

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

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

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

Ha, I got some 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, take you back to '73
Before I had a multi-platinum sellin' CD

I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a
'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 it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only
But I'm man enough to face 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 killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him,
It's my life, I'd like to welcome to 'The Eminem Show'

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

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

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

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her and shit's missin'
Goin' through housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
Till I grew up, now I blew up, it you sick to ya stomach

Doesn't it? it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to the way you treated me Ma?
But what? You're gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony

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

But how you try to take what you didn't help 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 meant 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 never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet