Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

(Eminem)
Ay, yo
This song, is a true 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 fucking tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I ya to put up your visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, blocking my side mirror
like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my
No bitch shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and you some Maxi Pads up?
Is what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch over and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on slut powder
You slut, Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I butt dialed her
And she me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit callin' her
I I CUNT

- Eminem
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my
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 lookin' at a nigga,
I get approached by this little
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in man's face
Cam did that little kid on Killa 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 never songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I songs for me, leave the studio
And go and the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we up?
I said, eh, you just used the swagger so NO

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VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? 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 hear some Bagpipes from
act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find 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
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
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer to the back
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She think I'd act like that in person

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

FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina up this cat fight
my mistress and my damn wife
Then a chick 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 scenic
To avoid this chick with a front
like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis
My mind drifted back to this
I seen my wife push her down, step her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I and pass 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 misses hugs and
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode
Looks to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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