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 to fuckin' work

VERSE ONE -
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 plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your
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 actin' that, ho
I look like your slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch over and smacks 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 chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors her
Turn the radio up louder, it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every
And that cunt I snapped back into accents
Cause she asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

- Eminem
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's 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 trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little
She me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I in your man's face
Like Cam did that 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 for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we up?
I said, eh, you used the word swagger so NO

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THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
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 like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just this light, jus' past Van Dyke
Better hit map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you read, and you can't write
Told me last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
Spun out, hit a patch of 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 crashed right in front of the club!)

FOUR - Royce
Tell him be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight
Between my and my damn wife
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 this chick with a lace front
Lookin' Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those got horse 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 and pass the gat to Vishis
I step out and see my evil twin
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be to business"

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