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 I-75, about to hop on 696
I over, this fucking 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 ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep like that, ho
I look like your slut? That's a rhetorical question
You to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And I annoy the fuck 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 chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
While I bump Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped into accents
Cause she kept asking me to callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

HOOK -
She said, Marshall you ain't really that, oh oh oh
Your on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my
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TWO - Royce
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 of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get by this little skeezer
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I 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 songs for chicks as if it's to do?
I I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the 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

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

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

VERSE FOUR -
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm 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 scenic
To this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to shit
I my wife 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 gives me an grin
He mugs the mistress, turns and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's to be back to business"

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