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 or discriminated against?
I have, I've been and demonstrated against
Picket for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's

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

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

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

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

Ha, I got some in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and it
expose it, I'll take you back 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 had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he kissed me goodbye?
No I don't on second I just fuckin' wished he would die

I look at Hailie and I couldn't leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my and I'd try
To make it work with her at for Hailie's sake
I maybe some 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 outta that gun
'Cause, I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him,
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem

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

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

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 in my position, just try to envision
Witnessin' momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was 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 the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely
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 never see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom

But how dare you try to take what you help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in for this shit
Remember Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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

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