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 seem to fuckin' work

ONE - Eminem
Driving 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 plastic surgeon, I ya to put up your visor
I'm getting ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm so?
You need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a question
You to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Pads up?
Is that what you aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I annoy the outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on your slut
You slut, what? the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally dialed her
And she me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
While I bump that CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit her CUNT
I I CUNT

- Eminem
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, you're breaking my
x2

VERSE TWO -
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this 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 in your man's face
Like Cam did little kid on Killa Season
She said I'm 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 as if it's hard to do?
I I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to 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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VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in this hatchback I'm fucking hunchback
the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find this love shack
Or somewhere to at, eh? Don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', them
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we this place, yeah that's right
it was just past this light, jus' past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them
Oh yeah you read, and you can't write
me that 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 of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer to the back
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't think I'd act like that in

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

FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up cat fight
Between my mistress and my wife
a chick 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 front door, the scenic route
To avoid this with a lace front
like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got asses, they been attractive
when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to shit
I seen my wife her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

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