Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause things in this universe
make sense but somehow (Always seem to fucking work)

[Verse 1:
down I-75 about to hop on 696
I look over this chick's trying to fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you a plastic surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting ticked
You're blocking my side mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm so?
You gonna a stitch you keep acting like that, ho
I look your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what
Stop and pick you some Maxi up is that what you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, Shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, than my last chick when
I accidentally dialed her
She heard me spreading rumors about her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
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 quit her CUNT, I SAID I CUNT

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

[Verse 2:
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I'm a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesing
I get approached by this 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 in your man's face
Like Cam did that kid on Killa
She I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
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 the bitch who belong to who making songs for you
She I'm feeling your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you just the word swagger, so no

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

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

[Verse 4:
Tell him I'll be in a minute
I'm to break up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife
a chick 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 door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a front looking like Venus's and Serena's hooves
I'm just saying, chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they slap me with they tennis rackets
My drifted back to this shit
I my wife push her down, step over her body, then smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to
Then I step out and see my twin, he gives me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, this shit"
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth of the fat he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's to be back to business"

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