Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

VERSE ONE -
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, fucking 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, you're my side mirror
She's like so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll you up
In fact, get in the backseat, the rest of my dates
No rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Pads up?
Is that what you actually me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches over and me
And says I annoy the outta her
Get the in back, put on your 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 heard me spreading rumors about her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

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

VERSE TWO -
Uh, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
Marshall's 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 bunch of lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get by this little skeezer
She me am I the real G, cause 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 said I'm feeling ya big
Wait, am I wrong?
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce 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 for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we up?
I said, eh, you just the word swagger so NO

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VERSE THREE -
We been around 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 tryina' shag's cuz find this love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from
act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and torture 'till 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 can't read, and you can't
Told me last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the
Spun out, hit a patch of ice
we had a trailer hitch to the back
We jackknifed, bitch 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!)

FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm break up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my damn
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, taking the route
To avoid chick with a lace front
like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and the mistress
Police outside, I turn and the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil
He gives me an grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode
back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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