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 somehow always seem to fuckin'

VERSE ONE -
down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're my side mirror
She's yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what?
Stop and you some Maxi Pads up?
Is what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches over and me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on your powder
You slut, what? Shut the up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS about her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped back accents
Cause she kept asking me to callin' her CUNT
I I CUNT

HOOK -
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're my heart
x2

VERSE TWO -
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama
I walk up in looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga,
I get approached by this little
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 man's face
Cam did that little kid on Killa Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking song.
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if hard to do?
I said I songs for me, leave the studio
And go and the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole 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 party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? 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 hear some Bagpipes from
Don't act like you don't like em', accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, them directions
Oh you can't read, and you can't write
Told me that last night, she took my CD out the
Snapped in like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't think I'd act that 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
Between my mistress and my wife
Then a 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, taking the route
To avoid chick with a lace front
Lookin' like 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 rackets
My mind drifted back to shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my twin
He gives me an grin
He mugs the mistress, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be to business"

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