Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

[Verse 1:
Driving down I-75 to hop on 696
I look this fucking chick's trying to fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't a surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting ticked
You're blocking my side mirror, she's yeah, so? I'm like so?
You need a stitch 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, like the rest of my
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 I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, Shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my chick when
I accidentally butt her
She heard me spreading AIDS about her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that
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 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, where's mic at
Cause you're breaking my
(She said) You're my heart

2: Royce]
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama
I walk up in there at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I'm feeling a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga,
I get approached by little skeeser
She asked me am I the realest G, cause I'm Gucci from to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is I spit in your man's face
Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce
She said I'm mad at you, I why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's to do?
I said I songs for me, leave the studio
And go and the bitch who belong to who making songs for you
She said I'm your 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
putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause breaking my heart
(She said) breaking my heart
Cause 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

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

4: Royce]
Tell him I'll be there in a
I'm trying to break up this cat fight between my and damn wife
a chick wanted 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 door, taking the scenic route
To avoid chick with a lace front looking like Venus's and Serena's hooves
I'm just saying, those chicks got asses, they been attractive
when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to shit
I seen my wife push her down, step her body, then smack the mistress
Police outside, I 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 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 good to be to business"

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