🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Cleanin Out My Closet - Eminem

 Cleanin Out My 
 
 Intro:
 Where's  snare?
 I have no snare on  headphones
  you go
 Yeah
 Yo yo
 
 Verse 1
 Have you ever  hated, or discriminated against?
 I have, I've been protested and  against
 Picket signs for my  rhymes, look at the times
 Sick is the  of the mothain' kid that's behind
 All this commotion, emotions run deep as  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 them with  taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
  they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
 Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of  now
 Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous 
 
 Chorus (2x)
 I'm  mama
 I  meant to hurt you
 I never meant  you cry
 But tonight,  cleanin' out my closet
 
 One  Time
 
 I said,
 I'm  mama
 I never meant to hurt 
 I never meant make you 
 But  I'm cleanin' out my closet
 Ha!
 
 Verse 2
 I got  skeletons in my closet
 And I don't know if no one knows 
 So before they  me inside my coffin and close it
 Imma 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  had his panties up in a bunch
 'Cause he split, I wonder if he  kissed me goodbye
 No  don't, on second thought I just in' wished he would die
 I look at  and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
 Even if I  Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I try to make it work
 With  at least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes
 But  only human but I'm man enough to face 'em today
 What I did  stupid, no doubt it was dumb
  the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
  I'da killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim and him both
 It's my life,  like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem show
 
 Chorus (2x)
 
 Verse 3
 Now I would never dis my own mama  to get recognition
 Take a second to listen for you think this record is 
 But put yourself in my position, just  to envision
 Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the 
 Bitchin' that someone's always going through  purse and shit's missin'
 Goin' through public housing systems,  of Munchhausen Syndrome
 My  life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
 'Til I grew up, now I blew  it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
 Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for  MA?
 So you  try to justify the way you treated me, MA?
 But  what, your gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely
 And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna  that your phoney
 And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you  see her, she's beautiful
 But you'll never  her, she won't even be at your funeral *hahaha*
 See what hurts me  most, is you won´t admit you was wrong
 Bitch, do ya song, keep tellin' yourself  you was a mom
  how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
 You selfish bitch, I hope  in' burn in hell for this shit!
 Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was 
 Well guess what, I am dead, dead  you as can be!!