Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in this universe, don't sense
But somehow seem to fuckin' 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 a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a 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 bitch rides shotgun, what?
Stop and you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you 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 your feelings
Worse than my chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, hit every bump
And that thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to callin' her CUNT
I I CUNT

- Eminem
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, your mic at?
you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
x2

VERSE TWO -
Uh, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at 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 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 your man's
Cam did that little kid on Killa Season
She said I'm ya big eagle
Wait, am I talking
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' for you
She said I'm feelin' your swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word so NO

(hook)

THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this '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? Don't touch
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', accents
I rap tight, and I'mma 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, jus' past Van
Better hit map right, read them directions
Oh you can't read, and you can't write
Told me that last night, she took my CD out the
Snapped in half like, sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
out, hit a patch of black 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 like in person

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

VERSE FOUR -
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm break up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my damn
a chick 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 chick a lace front
Lookin' like 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 they tennis rackets
My mind back to this shit
I seen my push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and the gat to Vishis
Then I out and see my evil twin
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

(hook)