Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in this universe, don't sense
But somehow always to fuckin' work

VERSE ONE -
down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep like 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, the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what?
Stop and pick you Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you actually me?
(smack)
reaches over and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the in back, put on your slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings
Worse my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me AIDS rumors about her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped back into
Cause she kept asking me to callin' her CUNT
I I CUNT

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

VERSE TWO -
Uh, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at central
I walk up in there looking at my phone on tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga,
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 is, cause I spit in your man's face
Cam did that little kid on Killa 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 why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the
And go and fuck the who belongs to makin' 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)

THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm hunchback
Where the fuck's this at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz find this love shack
Or to fuck at, eh? Don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina some Bagpipes from Baghdad
act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't
Told me that night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew the light
Spun out, hit a patch of 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 that in

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

VERSE - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat
my mistress and my damn wife
Then a chick a hug, she was fat
So I her that *slap* and told her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic
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 slap me with they tennis
My mind drifted to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil
He gives me an evil
He mugs the mistress, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's to be back to business"

(hook)