Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

[Verse 1:
Driving down about to hop on 696
I look over this chick's trying to fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't a 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 acting that, ho
I like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
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 shotgun, what taxi?
and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me?
Bitch over and smacks me
And I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? Shut the up now
Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick
I accidentally butt her
She heard me AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, it thump
While I that Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snap back in accent cause she kept asking me
To calling her CUNT, I SAID I CUNT

[Hook:
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
You're on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're breaking my
(She said) You're my heart
Cause you ain't like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, your mic at
Cause breaking 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 central
I up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I'm feeling a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga,
I get by this little skeeser
She asked me am I the realest G, cause I'm Gucci head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is cause I spit in your face
Like Cam did that kid on Season
She said I'm your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never make songs for as if it's hard to do?
I I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belong to who songs for you
She said I'm your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you just the word swagger, so no

You ain't really that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, your mic at
Cause you're my heart
(She said) breaking my heart
Cause you ain't really 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 around in this hatchback until I'm fucking hunchback
the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think an act? Fuck that, I'm trying to shag scuz
Better find this love shack or somewhere to at, ah, don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm trying to some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like them, them accents, I rap
And I'm a torture until we this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read directions, oh yeah
You can't read and you can't write, told me that night
She took my CD out the deck, in half like
sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew the light, spun 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 deserved it
She think I'd act like that in person
(Royce, just crashed right in front of the club)

[Verse 4:
Tell him I'll be in a minute
I'm trying to break up this cat between my mistress and damn wife
Then a wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her dap, then I her to scat, I'm not mean, I'm cute
On my way to the front door, taking the 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 tennis rackets
My mind drifted to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, then the mistress
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin, he me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, this shit"
He the dentures out of the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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