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

All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans
Tempers flarin' parents just blow 'em off and keep goin'
Not takin' nothin' from no one give 'em hell long as I'm
kickin' ass in the mornin' 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
Look at me now, I bet ya probably of me now, ain't you momma?
I'ma make you look so now

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

Ha, I got some skeletons in my
And I know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my and close it
I'ma it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a sellin' CD

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

I at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for Hailie's
I maybe made 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 shit I did was take the outta that gun
'Cause, I'da killed him; shit I woulda Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to y'all to 'The Eminem Show'

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

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

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

Bitchin' that someone's goin' throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of 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 try to justify 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, beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your
See what hurts me the 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 take you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I you fuckin' burn in hell 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 cleanin' out my closet, one time

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