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 protested 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 deep as explodin'
Tempers flarin' from parents just blow 'em off and keep
Not takin' nothin' from no one give 'em long as I'm breathin'
Keep ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the evenin'

Leave 'em with a as sour as vinegar in they mouth
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 make you look so now

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

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

I was a baby, maybe I was just a of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he kissed me goodbye?
No I don't on second thought I just wished he would die

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

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 Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem

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 meant to make 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 record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription pills in the

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

Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you me Ma?
But guess what? You're older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna that 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 won't you was wrong
do your 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 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 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 momma
I never to hurt you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet