Luyện nghe bài hát Cleaning Out My Closet

Where's my
I have no in my headphones
you go

yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated
I have, I've been and demonstrated against
signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the kid that's behind
All this emotions run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring from parents blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they
See they can trigger me, but never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya sick of me now ain't you momma?
make you look so ridiculous now

I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my

Ha! I got skeletons in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and it
I'mma expose it, I'll you back to '73
I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot must have had his panties up in a bunch
he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On second I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture her side
if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work her at least for Hailie's sake
I made some 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 would've shot Kim and him
my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

I'm momma!
I never to hurt you!
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet (one time)
I said I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I never 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 dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to
Witnessing your momma popping pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Syndrome
My whole I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you me Ma?
But guess what? You're getting older now and it's cold you're lonely
And Nathan's up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
And Hailie's getting 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 won't you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep telling that you was a mom!
But how you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I you fucking burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be!

I'm momma!
I meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my (one more time)
I I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to you!
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleaning out my