Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

[Verse 1:
Driving down 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 advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting ticked
You're blocking my side mirror, like yeah, so? I'm like so?
You gonna need a you keep acting like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical
You talk to me like you 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 you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches over and me
And says I 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 my last chick when
I butt dialed her
She heard me spreading AIDS rumors her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, trying to hit every in that cunt
Thought I snap back in that accent she kept asking me
To calling her CUNT, I SAID I CUNT

[Hook:
She said, you ain't really like 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 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

2: Royce]
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I'm feeling a of bitches looking 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 your man's
Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking
I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce
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 said I make songs for me, leave the
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 ain't like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's mic at
you're breaking my heart
(She said) breaking my heart
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) You're my heart

[Verse 3:
We been riding around in this hatchback until I'm fucking
the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? 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 Bagpipes 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, yeah that's
it was just 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 my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew through the light, spun out, hit a of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer 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, Marshall crashed right in front of the club)

[Verse 4:
Tell him I'll be in a minute
I'm trying to up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife
a chick wanted 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, taking the scenic
To avoid this with 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 back to shit
I seen my wife her down, step over 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 really like that, oh oh oh
putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause breaking our heart
(They said) You're breaking our
Cause you ain't like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's mic at
Cause breaking our heart
(They said) You're our heart