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

All commotion emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' from 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 they'll never me out
at me now, I bet ya probably sick 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 more

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

Ha, I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't know if no one it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you to '73
Before I had a multi-platinum sellin' CD

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

I at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes but I'm human
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 y'all to 'The Eminem Show'

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

Now, I would never diss my own just to get recognition
Take a second to for who you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, just try to
Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription pills in the

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

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

And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at 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 dare you try to take what you didn't me to get
You bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit
Remember Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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