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

All this emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' parents just blow '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 as vinegar in they mouth
See they can me, but they'll 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 sorry
I meant to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more

I said, I'm momma
I never to hurt you
I never meant to 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 before throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll you back to '73
Before I had a multi-platinum sellin' CD

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

I at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd my teeth and I'd try
To make it work her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe some mistakes 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 shit I did was the bullets outta that gun
'Cause, I'da him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to Eminem Show'

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

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

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was 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? it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin' now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's know that you're phony

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

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

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