Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some in this universe, don't make sense
But somehow always seem to fuckin'

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

- Eminem
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're my heart
x2

TWO - Royce
Uh, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there 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, 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 talking
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never make for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make for me, leave the studio
And go and the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm your whole 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 hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find this love
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from
Don't act like you like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was past this light, jus' past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you read, and you can't write
Told me that 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 hitch 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 crashed right in front of the club!)

VERSE FOUR -
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina up this cat fight
Between my and my damn wife
Then a chick a hug, she was fat
So I gave her that and told her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a front
Lookin' like Venus and Serena's
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with tennis rackets
My drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
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, turns around and gives the misses and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like "watch this shit!"
He the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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