Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

(Eminem)
Ay, yo
This next song, is a true
(Come here, bitch!)

Cause some in this universe, don't make sense
But somehow seem to fuckin' work

ONE - Eminem
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're my side mirror
She's yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my
No bitch rides shotgun, what?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that what you aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I annoy the outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get feelings hurt
Worse than my chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading rumors about her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
While I bump that CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped into accents
Cause she asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

HOOK -
She said, Marshall you ain't like that, oh oh oh
Your on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
x2

TWO - Royce
Uh, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get by this little skeezer
She akse me am I the G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in man's face
Like Cam did that little kid on Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I talking
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word so NO

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VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking
Where the fuck's party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz find this love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't touch
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's
Thought it was past this light, jus' past Van Dyke
Better hit map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you write
Told me that last night, she my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like that in

(Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed in front of the club!)

VERSE FOUR -
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm break up this cat fight
my mistress and my damn wife
Then a chick a hug, she was fat
So I gave her *slap* and told 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
Lookin' Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis
My mind drifted back to this
I seen my push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my twin
He gives me an grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses and kisses
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's to be back to business"

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