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

Leave 'em with a taste as as vinegar in they 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 meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one time

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

Ha, I got some skeletons in my
And I don't know if no one it
So before throw me inside my coffin and close it
expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a 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 if he even kissed me goodbye?
No I on second thought I just fuckin' wished he would die

I look at Hailie and I couldn't leavin' her side
Even if I Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for sake
I maybe made some mistakes but I'm 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 the bullets outta that gun
'Cause, I'da killed him; shit I shot Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to Eminem Show'

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

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

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and missin'
Goin' through public systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I
Till I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya

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

And Hailie's so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But never see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See what me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep tellin' yourself 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 hell for shit
Remember when Ronnie and you said you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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