Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

Where's my
I have no snare on my
you go
Yeah, yo, yo

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

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

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, you momma?
I'ma make you so ridiculous now

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

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

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

I look at Hailie and I 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 made some mistakes 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 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 Show'

I'm momma
I meant 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 cleanin' out my

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

Bitchin' that someone's always throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
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 the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin' older now and it's cold when lonely
And growin' up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony

And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you 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 admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep tellin' yourself you was a mom

But how dare you try to take what you help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie and you said you wished it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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