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 to fuckin' work

VERSE ONE -
Driving down I-75, to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm 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 you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what?
and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck her
Get the in back, put on your slut powder
You slut, what? the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my 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 thought I snapped back accents
she kept asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

- Eminem
She said, Marshall you ain't like that, oh oh oh
Your on a show, where's your mic at?
you're breaking 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 walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little
She akse me am I the real G, I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, I spit in your man's face
Cam did that little kid on Killa Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if hard to do?
I I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the 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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VERSE - Eminem
We been ridin' in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
the fuck's this party 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? 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 this place, yeah right
Thought it was just past this light, jus' past Van
Better hit that map right, them directions
Oh you can't read, and you can't write
me that last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, Relapse
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the
Spun out, hit a of black ice
we had a trailer hitch to the back
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She didn't I'd act like 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 break up this cat fight
my mistress and my damn wife
Then a 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, taking the route
To avoid chick with a lace front
Lookin' Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they attractive
Hope when they see me they don't me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to
I step out and see my evil 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 of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be to business"

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