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, I've been protested and against
Picket signs for my rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid behind

All this commotion run deep as oceans explodin'
flarin' from parents just blow '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 takin' names in the

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

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

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 if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and it
I'ma expose it, I'll you back to '73
I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD

I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
My faggot father must have had his up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even me goodbye?
No I don't on thought I just fuckin' wished he would die

I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her
Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my and I'd try
To make it work her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made mistakes but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to them today

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

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

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

Now, I never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription 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? Wasn't it the you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin' older now and it's cold when your
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know you're phony

And gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But never see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do 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 for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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