Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

ONE - Eminem
Driving down I-75, to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's 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, blocking my side mirror
like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' that, ho
I look like your slut? That's 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 shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch over 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 chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me AIDS rumors about her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, hit every bump
And that cunt I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit callin' her
I SAID I

HOOK -
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, breaking my heart
x2

TWO - Royce
Uh, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesin'
I get by this little skeezer
She me am I the real 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 that little kid on Killa
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking song.
She said I'm mad at you, I why?
She said why you make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, the studio
And go and the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you
She I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word so NO

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THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' cuz better find this love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear Bagpipes 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, jus' Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you write
Told me that last night, she took my CD out the
Snapped in half like, sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer to the back
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like in person

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

VERSE FOUR -
Tell him I'll be in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight
my mistress and my damn wife
Then a chick a hug, she was fat
So I gave her *slap* 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 a lace front
Lookin' Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those got horse asses, they been attractive
when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind back to this shit
I seen my push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my twin
He gives me an grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's to be back to business"

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