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 against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated
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 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 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 probably sick of me now, ain't you
make you look so ridiculous now

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

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

Ha, I got some in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma it, I'll 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 had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even me goodbye?
No I don't on second 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 my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at for Hailie's sake
I maybe made mistakes but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to face them

What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta gun
'Cause, I'da killed him; shit I woulda Kim and him, both
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 to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my

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

Bitchin' that someone's always throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick 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 try to justify 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 that you're phony

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

But how dare you try to what you didn't help 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 sorry
I meant to hurt you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more

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