Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause things in this universe, don't make sense
But somehow always seem to fuckin'

VERSE ONE -
Driving down I-75, to hop on 696
I over, this fucking 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 blocking my mirror
She's yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' that, ho
I look like husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
You to me like 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 pick you Maxi Pads up?
Is what 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 my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit her CUNT
I I CUNT

- Eminem
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're 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 by this little skeezer
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your face
Like Cam did little kid on Killa Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's to do?
I said I songs for me, leave 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 swagger so NO

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THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag 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? touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes Baghdad
Don't act like you like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you write
Told me that last night, she my CD out the deck
Snapped in like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer to the back
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't think I'd act like in person

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

VERSE - Royce
Tell him be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight
my mistress and my damn wife
Then a 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, the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace
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 me with they tennis rackets
My mind back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to
I step out and see my evil twin
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses and kisses
Looks at me twisted, Nickel "watch this 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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