Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in this universe, make sense
But somehow always seem to work

VERSE ONE -
down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like
You a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're 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 rhetorical
You talk to me 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?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch over and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the in back, put on your slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS about her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped into accents
she kept asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

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

VERSE TWO -
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in man's face
Cam did that little kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling ya big
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking song.
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's 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' whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just the word swagger so NO

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VERSE - Eminem
We been ridin' in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag 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
act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's
Thought it was just past this light, jus' Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, 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 of black ice
we had a trailer hitch to the back
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't think I'd act like in person

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

VERSE FOUR -
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up cat fight
Between my mistress and my wife
a chick wanted 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 lace
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they slap me with they tennis rackets
My drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to
Then I step out and see my evil
He gives me an grin
He the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat he rode with
Looks to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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