Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

(Eminem)
Ay, yo
This song, is a true story
(Come here, bitch!)

Cause things in this universe, don't make sense
But somehow always to fuckin' work

VERSE ONE -
Driving down I-75, to hop on 696
I look over, this chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my mirror
like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
You to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, the rest of my dates
No rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you actually me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck her
Get the in back, put on your slut powder
You slut, Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt her
And she heard me AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped into accents
Cause she kept me to quit callin' her CUNT
I I CUNT

HOOK -
She said, Marshall you ain't like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, breaking my heart
x2

TWO - Royce
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a
While Marshall's at a white party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this skeezer
She akse me am I the G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm is, cause I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did little kid on Killa Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never make songs for as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' for you
She said I'm feelin' your swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the swagger so NO

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VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in this hatchback I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag Cut what act?
Think it's an act? that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find this love shack
Or somewhere to at, eh? Don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina some Bagpipes from Baghdad
act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, jus' Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't
me that last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, Relapse
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew the light
Spun out, hit a of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer to the back
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't think I'd act that in person

(Yo, Royce, Marshall just right in front of the club!)

FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up cat fight
Between my and my damn wife
a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her that *slap* and told her to
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a front
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm jus' sayin', chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis
My mind drifted back to this
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I out and see my evil twin
He gives me an evil
He mugs the mistress, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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