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'

VERSE ONE -
Driving down I-75, to hop on 696
I over, this 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 ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep like that, ho
I look like your husband That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the of my dates
No rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that what you aksed me?
(smack)
reaches over and smacks me
And I annoy the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that thought I snapped back into accents
she kept asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

HOOK -
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 up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci 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 said I'm ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to songs for you
She said I'm your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word so NO

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VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in 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 at, eh? Don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, jus' past Van
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh you can't read, and you can't write
Told me that last night, she took my CD out the
Snapped in half like, Relapse
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
Spun out, hit a patch of ice
Forgot we had a hitch to the back
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't I'd act like that in person

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

VERSE - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat
my mistress and my damn wife
Then a wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her that *slap* and told her to
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, taking the route
To avoid chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm jus' sayin', chicks 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 turn and pass the gat to
Then I step out and see my twin
He gives me an evil
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be to business"

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