Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

VERSE ONE -
down I-75, about 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, you're blocking my mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm so?
You gon' a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I like your husband slut? That's 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 rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Pads up?
Is what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the outta her
Get the in back, put on your slut powder
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 up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, hit every bump
And cunt thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit her CUNT
I I CUNT

HOOK -
She said, Marshall you ain't really that, oh oh oh
putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're my heart, you're breaking my heart
x2

VERSE TWO -
Uh, up to the club 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 tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of lookin' 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, cause I spit in your man's
Like Cam did that little kid on Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never make songs for as if it's hard to do?
I said I 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 swagger so NO

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VERSE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this 'till I'm fucking hunchback
the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better this love shack
Or somewhere to at, eh? Don't touch 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 torture 'till we this place, yeah that's right
it was just past this light, jus' past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them
Oh yeah you read, and you can't write
Told me that 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 just crashed in front of the club!)

FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my damn
Then a 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 this with a lace front
like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to shit
I seen my wife push her down, step her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and the gat to Vishis
Then I out and see my evil twin
He gives me an evil
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 bitch he rode
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

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