Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in universe, don't make sense
But somehow always seem to work

VERSE ONE -
Driving down I-75, to hop on 696
I look over, fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're my side mirror
like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
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 shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that what you actually me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck her
Get the fuck in back, put on your powder
You slut, Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS about her
Turn the radio up louder, it thump
While I bump Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit her CUNT
I I CUNT

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

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

(hook)

VERSE THREE -
We ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm shag's cuz better find this love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't touch
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from
Don't act like you don't like em', them
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah right
Thought it was just past this light, jus' past Van
Better hit that map right, them directions
Oh yeah you read, and you can't write
Told me that night, she took my CD out the deck
in half like, Relapse 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 laughed like, she it
She didn't think I'd act that in person

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

VERSE - Royce
Tell him be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this 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 this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and Serena's
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, been attractive
Hope when they see me don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to 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 twin
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns and gives the misses hugs and kisses
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the outta 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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