Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

[Verse 1:
Driving I-75 about to hop on 696
I look over fucking chick's trying to fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't a plastic
I advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting kinda
blocking my side mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm like so?
You gonna need a you keep acting 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 shotgun, what taxi?
and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches over and me
And says I annoy the 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 when
I accidentally butt her
She heard me spreading AIDS about 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 cause she kept asking me
To calling her CUNT, I SAID I CUNT

[Hook:
She said, Marshall 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) breaking my heart
Cause you ain't really that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, your mic at
you're breaking my heart
(She said) breaking my heart

[Verse 2:
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at central
I walk up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter
I'm feeling a of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesing
I get by this little skeeser
She asked me am I the G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is cause I in your man's face
Like Cam did that kid on Killa
She said I'm your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking song
She said I'm mad at you, I why?
She said why you never songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who to who making songs for you
She said I'm feeling your swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you used the word swagger, so no

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

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

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

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