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 seem to fuckin' work

ONE - Eminem
Driving down I-75, to hop on 696
I look over, this chick's tryina' 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 my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' that, ho
I look your husband slut? 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 rest of my
No rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches over and me
And says I 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 butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit callin' her
I SAID I

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

VERSE TWO -
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
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 of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by little skeezer
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I 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 said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce 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 swagger so NO

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VERSE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this hatchback I'm fucking hunchback
Where the this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
it's an act? 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 some Bagpipes 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 this light, jus' past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you write
Told me 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 patch of ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act 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 this cat
my mistress and my damn 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 front door, taking the scenic
To avoid this chick with a front
like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, been attractive
Hope they see me they don't slap 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 and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil
He gives me an grin
He mugs the mistress, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch shit!"
He smacks the outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's to be back to business"

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