Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in this universe, make sense
But somehow always seem to fuckin'

VERSE ONE -
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking 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
She's yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, the rest of my dates
No bitch shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Pads up?
Is what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch over and smacks me
And I annoy the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on your slut
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally dialed her
And she me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
While I bump that CD, tryina' hit every bump
And cunt thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

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

VERSE TWO -
Uh, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by little skeezer
She akse me am I the G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in man's face
Cam did that little kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling ya big
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 for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we up?
I said, eh, you just used the word so NO

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

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

VERSE FOUR -
him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this 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 door, taking the scenic route
To this chick with a lace front
like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't me with they tennis rackets
My mind back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and the mistress
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my twin
He gives me an evil
He mugs the mistress, turns and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be to business"

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