Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

1: Eminem]
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 plastic
I ya to put up your visor, I'm getting kinda ticked
You're blocking my side mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm so?
You gonna need a stitch you acting like that, ho
I look 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 of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, 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 fuck her, get in the fucking back
Put on slut powder, you slut, what? Shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, than my last chick when
I accidentally dialed her
She heard me spreading AIDS about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
While I bump that Relapse CD, trying to hit every in that cunt
Thought I snap back in that accent cause she asking me
To quit calling her CUNT, I SAID I

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

[Verse 2:
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 there looking at my phone, on tweeting
I'm feeling a of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesing
I get approached by little skeeser
She asked me am I the realest G, cause I'm Gucci from head to
I said, yeah, I'm really is I spit 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 hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the
And go and fuck the 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 just used the swagger, so no

You ain't like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, your mic at
Cause breaking my heart
(She said) breaking my heart
you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's 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
Where the fuck's party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm trying to scuz
Better find 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 like them, accents, I rap tight
And I'm a until we find this place, yeah that's right
it was just past 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 my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas
through the light, spun out, hit a patch 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)

[Verse 4:
him I'll be there in a minute
I'm trying to break up this cat fight 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 front door, taking the route
To avoid this chick with a 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 they rackets
My drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, then smack the
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
at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, watch this shit"
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth of the fat bitch he with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be to business"

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