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 against
signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's

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

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

I'm momma
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 meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my

Ha, I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So before they me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma it, I'll take you back to '73
I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD

I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
My father must have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I don't on second thought I just fuckin' wished he die

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

What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the smartest I did was take 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 to 'The Eminem Show'

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

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

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, just try to
Witnessin' your momma prescription pills in the kitchen

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

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

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

But how dare you try to what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you 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 cleanin' out my closet, one time

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