Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

Ayo, next song is a true story (Come here, bitch)

Cause some things in universe
Don't make but somehow (Always seem to fucking work)

1: Eminem]
Driving I-75 about to hop on 696
I over this fucking chick's trying to fix her makeup
I'm bitch, you ain't a plastic surgeon
I ya to put up your visor, I'm getting kinda ticked
You're blocking my mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm like so?
You gonna need a stitch you keep like that, ho
I look like your slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, the rest of my dates
No rides shotgun, what taxi?
Stop and pick you Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches over and me
And says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking
Put on slut powder, you slut, what? Shut the fuck up now
Or get feelings hurt, worse than my last chick when
I accidentally butt her
She heard me spreading AIDS rumors her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
I bump that Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snap back in that accent she kept asking me
To calling her CUNT, I SAID I CUNT

Eminem]
She said, Marshall you ain't really that, oh oh oh
putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause breaking my heart
(She said) breaking my heart
Cause you ain't like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, your mic at
Cause you're my heart
(She said) You're breaking my

2: Royce]
Uh, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama
I up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I'm feeling a bunch of looking at a nigga, cheesing
I get approached by little skeeser
She asked me am I the realest G, cause I'm from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is cause I spit in your face
Like Cam did that kid on Killa
She said I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I wrong?
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make for me, leave the studio
And go and the bitch who belong to who making songs for you
She said I'm feeling whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you just used the swagger, so no

You really like that, oh oh oh
putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause breaking my heart
(She said) You're breaking my
Cause you ain't like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's mic at
Cause you're my heart
(She said) You're my heart

[Verse 3:
We been riding around in this until I'm fucking hunchback
the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm trying to scuz
Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at, ah, don't touch
You fat dyke, I'm trying to hear some Bagpipes from
Don't act like you like them, them accents, I rap tight
And I'm a torture until we find this place, yeah that's
Thought it was past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit map right, read them directions, oh yeah
You can't and you can't write, told me that last night
She took my CD out the deck, in half like
sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew through the light, out, hit a patch of black ice
we had a trailer hitch to the back, we jackknifed
Bitch flew out of the car, I like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act that in person
(Royce, Marshall just right in front of the club)

4: Royce]
Tell him I'll be in a minute
I'm trying to up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife
Then a wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her dap, then I tell her to scat, I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, the scenic route
To avoid this chick a lace front looking like Venus's and Serena's hooves
I'm just saying, those got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they rackets
My drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step her body, then smack the mistress
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, this shit"
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth of the fat bitch he with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

They said, you ain't really that, oh oh oh
You're on a show, where's your mic at
you're breaking our heart
(They said) breaking our heart
you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's mic at
you're breaking our heart
(They said) breaking our heart