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

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