Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

[Verse 1:
down I-75 about to hop on 696
I look over this fucking chick's trying to fix her
I'm like bitch, you a plastic surgeon
I ya to put up your visor, I'm getting kinda ticked
You're blocking my mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm like so?
You gonna need a you keep acting 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 of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you ask me?
Bitch over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking
Put on your powder, you slut, what? Shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, than my last chick when
I butt dialed her
She heard me spreading AIDS rumors her
Turn the radio up louder, it thump
While I bump Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snap back in accent cause she kept asking me
To quit calling her CUNT, I SAID I

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

[Verse 2:
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at central
I walk up in there looking at my phone, on tweeting
I'm a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesing
I get approached by this little
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 big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking song
She said I'm mad at you, I why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if hard to do?
I said I songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who to who making songs for you
She I'm feeling your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you just the word swagger, so no

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

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

[Verse 4:
him I'll be there in a minute
I'm to break up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife
Then a 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 door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front like Venus's and Serena's hooves
I'm just saying, chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind back to this 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 evil
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, this shit"
He smacks the dentures out of the of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

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