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
Picket signs for my rhymes, look at the times
as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind

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

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll 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 never 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 out my closet

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

I was a baby, maybe I was just a of months
My faggot 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 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 them today

I did was stupid, no doubt 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 to welcome 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 momma
I meant to hurt 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
Take a second to listen for who you think record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription in the kitchen

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

Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin' now and it's 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 won't be at your funeral
See what me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, tellin' yourself that you was a mom

But how dare you try to take what you help me to get
You selfish bitch, I 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 sorry
I meant to hurt you
I never 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