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

All this commotion emotions run deep as explodin'
Tempers flarin' from parents just blow 'em off and keep
Not takin' nothin' no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
Keep 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
at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you momma?
I'ma make you 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 meant to hurt you
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
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 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 up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I if he even kissed me goodbye?
No I don't on second thought I just wished he would die

I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her
if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for sake
I maybe made some but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to face them

What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was take the outta that gun
'Cause, killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Show'

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

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

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

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

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? You're gettin' older now and cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know that phony

And gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the most is you admit you was wrong
Bitch do song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom

But how dare you try to take what you didn't me to get
You selfish bitch, I you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit
when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be

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