Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

1: Eminem]
Driving down about to hop on 696
I over this 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
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 like your husband 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, like the rest of my
No bitch shotgun, what taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that you actually ask me?
Bitch over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck her, get in the fucking back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my chick when
I accidentally dialed her
She me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, it thump
While I bump Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snap back in that accent cause she kept me
To quit calling her CUNT, I SAID I

Eminem]
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
You're on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're my heart
(She said) You're my heart
Cause you really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, your mic at
Cause you're breaking my
(She said) breaking my heart

2: Royce]
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a
While Marshall's at a trash party, I'm at drama central
I up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I'm feeling a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesing
I get by this little skeeser
She asked me am I the realest G, cause I'm Gucci from head to
I said, yeah, I'm really is cause I spit in man's face
Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
She why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, 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 used 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
you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, your mic at
you're breaking my heart
(She said) You're breaking my

3: Eminem]
We been riding in this 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, don't that
You fat dyke, I'm trying to hear some from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't them, them accents, I rap tight
And I'm a torture until we find this place, that's right
Thought it was just past light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them directions, oh
You can't read and you can't write, told me that last
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 patch of ice
we had a trailer 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)

[Verse 4:
Tell him be there in a minute
I'm trying to break up this cat fight between my mistress and damn
Then a chick a hug, she was fat
So I gave her dap, 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 like Venus's and Serena's
I'm just saying, chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis
My mind drifted back to shit
I seen my wife push her down, step 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 grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, watch shit"
He smacks the 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 on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're our heart
(They said) breaking our heart
Cause you really like that, oh oh oh
You're on a show, where's your mic at
Cause breaking our heart
(They said) You're our heart