Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in this universe, don't sense
But somehow seem to fuckin' work

VERSE ONE -
Driving down I-75, to hop on 696
I look over, fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm so?
You gon' need a stitch you actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? 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 bitch rides shotgun, what?
Stop and pick you Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you actually me?
(smack)
Bitch over and smacks me
And I annoy the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on slut powder
You slut, what? the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt her
And she heard me spreading AIDS about her
Turn the radio up louder, it thump
While I bump that CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

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

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

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VERSE - Eminem
We been around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find this love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't 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 that map right, them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't
Told me that night, she took my CD out the deck
in half like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't I'd act like that in person

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

VERSE - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up cat fight
Between my mistress and my damn
a chick wanted 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 front door, the scenic route
To this chick with a lace front
Lookin' Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this
I seen my wife push her down, over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil
He gives me an evil
He mugs the mistress, turns around and the misses hugs 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, it's good to be to business"

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