Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

(Eminem)
Ay, yo
This next song, is a story
(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, this chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your
I'm kinda ticked, you're blocking 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? That's a question
You to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my
No bitch rides shotgun, what?
and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the in back, put on your slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
While I bump that Relapse CD, hit every bump
And cunt thought I snapped back into accents
she kept asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I I CUNT

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

VERSE TWO -
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama
I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga,
I get approached by this skeezer
She akse me am I the real G, I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in man's face
Like Cam did that little kid on Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I talking
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I why?
She said why you make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we up?
I said, eh, you just the word swagger so NO

(hook)

VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in this hatchback I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' cuz better find this love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't touch
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some from Baghdad
Don't act like you like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, that's right
Thought it was just this light, jus' past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh you can't read, and you can't write
Told me that last night, she my CD out the deck
in half like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a hitch to the back
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like in person

(Yo, Royce, Marshall crashed right 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 wife
Then a chick a hug, she was fat
So I gave her that and told her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the door, taking the scenic route
To avoid chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they rackets
My mind back to this 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 step out and see my evil
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the hugs and kisses
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this 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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