Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in this universe, make sense
But somehow always seem to fuckin'

VERSE ONE -
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I ya to put up your visor
I'm getting ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a question
You talk to me like you talk to him, fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the of my dates
No bitch shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch over and smacks me
And says I annoy the outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on your slut
You slut, what? Shut the up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally dialed her
And she heard me AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, it thump
I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped back accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit her CUNT
I I CUNT

- Eminem
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my
x2

VERSE TWO -
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by 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 said I'm feeling ya big
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you used the word swagger so NO

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

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

VERSE FOUR -
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm break up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my wife
Then a wanted a hug, she was fat
So I her that *slap* and told her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, taking the route
To this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, been attractive
Hope when they see me they slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this
I my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my twin
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

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