Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

ONE - Eminem
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up 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 actin' that, ho
I look like your husband slut? 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 rides shotgun, Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Pads up?
Is that you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And I annoy the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on your slut
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading rumors about her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
While I that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped back accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit her CUNT
I SAID I

- 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 my heart
x2

VERSE TWO -
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a
Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little
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
Like Cam did that little kid on Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song.
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to songs for you
She I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just the word swagger so NO

(hook)

VERSE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 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 some Bagpipes from
Don't act you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past light, jus' past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you write
me that last night, she took 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 like that in

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

FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat
Between my mistress and my wife
Then a wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her that *slap* and told her to
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick a lace front
Lookin' like and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this
I seen my wife push her down, step her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil
He gives me an evil
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be to business"

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