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

 Cleanin  My Closet
 
 Intro:
  my snare?
 I have no  on my headphones
 There you 
 Yeah
 Yo yo
 
 Verse 1
 Have you  been hated, or discriminated against?
 I have, I've been protested  demostrated against
 Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at  times
 Sick is the mind, of the  kid that's behind
 All this commotion,  run deep as oceans explodin'
 Tempers flarin' from parents just  'em off and keep goin'
 Not takin' nothin'  no one, give em hell long as I'm breathin'
 Keep kickin' ass  the mornin', and takin' names in the evenin'
  them with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
 See they  trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
  at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now
 Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so  now
 
 Chorus (2x)
  sorry mama
 I never meant  hurt you
 I never meant make  cry
 But tonight, I'm  out my closet
 
 One More 
 
 I said,
  sorry mama
  never meant to hurt you
 I never meant  you cry
  tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet
 Ha!
 
 Verse 2
  got some skeletons in my closet
 And I  know if no one knows it
 So before they throw me  my coffin and close it
 Imma expose it, I'll take you  to '73
 Before  ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD
 I was a baby maybe I was  a couple of months
 My faggot father  have had his panties up in a bunch
 'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me 
 No I don't, on second thought I just in' wished  would die
 I look at Hailie, and  couldn't picture leavin' her side
 Even if I  Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I try to make it work
 With her  least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes
 But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face  today
 What  did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
 But the smartest shit I did was  the bullets outta that gun
 Cause I'da killed  shit I would have shot Kim and him both
 It's my life, I'd like to welcome  to The Eminem show
 
 Chorus (2x)
 
 Verse 3
 Now I would never dis  own mama just to get recognition
  a second to listen for you think this record is dissin'
 But put yourself  my position, just try to envision
 Witnessin'  mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen
 Bitchin' that someone's always going through her purse and  missin'
 Goin' through public housing systems, victim of  Syndrome
 My  life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
 'Til I grew up, now I blew up it  you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
 Wasn't it the  you made that CD for me, MA?
  you could try to justify the way you treated me, MA?
 But guess what, your gettin' older now and it's  when your lonely
 And  growin' up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney
 And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's 
 But you'll never see her, she won't even  at your funeral *hahaha*
 See what hurts me the most, is  won´t admit you was wrong
 Bitch, do ya  keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom
 But how dare you  to take what you didn't help me to get
 You selfish bitch, I hope you in' burn  hell for this shit!
 Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it  me?
 Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you  can be!!