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

All this commotion emotions run as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' from parents just 'em off and keep goin'
Not nothin' from 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 they
See they can trigger me, but never 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 momma
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 they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you 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 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 Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try
To it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made mistakes but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to face today

I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets 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 Eminem Show'

I'm momma
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 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
your momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and missin'
through public housin' 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 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? gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know you're phony

And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, 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 your song, tellin' yourself that you was a mom

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

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