Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in this universe, don't sense
But somehow always 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, blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm 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 like you to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my
No bitch shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you actually me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches over and me
And says I annoy the fuck her
Get the fuck in back, put on slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the 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 up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, hit every bump
And cunt thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to callin' her CUNT
I I CUNT

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

TWO - Royce
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a
While at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that little kid on Killa
She said I'm ya big eagle
Wait, am I talking
I said nah, I'm a walking 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 make songs for me, the studio
And go and fuck the who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word so NO

(hook)

VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm hunchback
Where the fuck's this at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find this shack
Or somewhere to at, eh? Don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from
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 past this light, jus' past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you write
Told me that last night, she my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a hitch to the back
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act that in person

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

VERSE - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat
Between my mistress and my damn
Then a 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 door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm jus' sayin', chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with tennis rackets
My drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and the mistress
outside, I turn 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 the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, Nickel "watch this shit!"
He the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

(hook)