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

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

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

All this commotion emotions run 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 sick of me now, ain't you momma?
I'ma make you look so now

I'm momma
I meant to hurt 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 meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleanin' out my

Ha, I got some skeletons in my
And I don't know if no one it
So before throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll you back to '73
Before I ever had a sellin' CD

I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I if he even kissed me goodbye?
No I on second thought I just fuckin' wished he would die

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

What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the smartest I did was take the bullets outta that gun
'Cause, I'da killed 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 never to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet, one more time

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

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

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shit's
Goin' through public systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I
Till I 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' older now and cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna that you're phony

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

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

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

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