Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

VERSE ONE -
Driving down I-75, to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking tryina' 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 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, fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, Taxi?
and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch over and smacks me
And I annoy the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on your slut
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get feelings hurt
Worse my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped into accents
Cause she kept me to quit callin' her CUNT
I I CUNT

- Eminem
She said, you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
Your 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 club in a Porsche, not a
While at a white trash party, I'm at drama 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 G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in man's face
Like Cam did that little kid on Season
She said I'm feeling ya big
Wait, am I talking
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you used the word swagger so NO

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VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at cunt? Cut what act?
it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find this love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 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 read, and you can't write
Told me last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the
Spun out, hit a patch of ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't I'd act like that in person

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

FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina up this cat fight
my mistress and my damn 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, the scenic route
To this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and Serena's
I'm sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this
I seen my wife push her down, over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to
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
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be to business"

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