Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

VERSE ONE -
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I over, this fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you actin' like that, ho
I like your husband 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 rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you actually me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on slut powder
You slut, what? the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
While I bump Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped into accents
Cause she kept me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

- Eminem
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 breaking my
x2

TWO - Royce
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga,
I get approached by this skeezer
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from 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 why?
She why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I songs for me, leave 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 word so NO

(hook)

THREE - Eminem
We ridin' around in this 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 tryina' shag's cuz better find this shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from
Don't act like you don't em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past light, jus' past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them
Oh yeah you read, and you can't write
Told me last 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 hitch to the back
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She didn't I'd act like that in person

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

VERSE - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my wife
Then a wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her that *slap* and told her to
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic
To avoid this with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and Serena's
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and the mistress
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I out and see my evil twin
He gives me an evil
He mugs the mistress, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like "watch this shit!"
He the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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