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

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

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

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

I said, I'm momma
I never to hurt you
I never to make 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 expose it, I'll take you 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 have had his panties up in a
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even me goodbye?
No I don't on thought 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 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 face them

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

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

I said, I'm sorry
I meant to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

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, try to envision
Witnessin' your momma 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 sick when I
Till I grew up, now I blew up, it you sick to ya stomach

Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made 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 quick he's gonna know that phony

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

But how dare you try to take what you help me to get
You selfish bitch, I you fuckin' burn in hell for this 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 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 meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleanin' out my