Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

some things in this universe, don't make sense
But somehow always seem to work

ONE - Eminem
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, fucking chick's 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 my side mirror
She's like so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? 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 rides shotgun, what?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that what you aksed me?
(smack)
reaches over and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on your slut
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get feelings hurt
than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
While I that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit her CUNT
I SAID I

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

TWO - Royce
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama
I up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your face
Like Cam did that 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 fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' for you
She said I'm your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you used the word swagger so NO

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VERSE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm shag's cuz better find this love shack
Or to fuck 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 'till we find place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just this light, jus' past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you read, and you can't write
me that last 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 trailer hitch to the
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't think I'd act like that in

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

VERSE FOUR -
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 her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, taking the route
To avoid chick with a lace front
like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with tennis rackets
My mind drifted to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and the mistress
Police outside, I and pass the gat to Vishis
I step out and see my evil twin
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses and kisses
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

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