Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

VERSE ONE -
Driving down I-75, 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 ya to put up your visor
I'm kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm so?
You gon' need a stitch you actin' like that, ho
I look like husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you 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 you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches over and me
And I annoy 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
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt her
And she me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
While I that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And cunt thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

HOOK -
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's mic at?
you're breaking my heart, you're breaking 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 there looking at my on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little
She akse me am I the G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that little kid on Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never make for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the
And go and fuck the bitch who 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

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VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut act?
Think it's an act? that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find this love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't touch
You fat dyke, I'm hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', them
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just this light, jus' past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read 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 half like, sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a hitch to the back
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't think I'd act like in person

(Yo, Royce, Marshall just 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
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 this with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted to this shit
I seen my push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my twin
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's to be back to business"

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