Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

1: Eminem]
Driving down I-75 to hop on 696
I over this fucking chick's trying to fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't a plastic
I advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting ticked
You're blocking my side mirror, like yeah, so? I'm like so?
You gonna need a stitch you acting like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical
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 rides shotgun, what taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches over and me
And says I annoy the outta her, get in the fucking back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick
I butt dialed her
She heard me spreading rumors about her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
While I bump Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that cunt
I snap back in that accent cause she kept asking me
To quit her CUNT, I SAID I CUNT

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

2: Royce]
Uh, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I'm feeling a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesing
I get by this little skeeser
She me am I the realest G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm is cause I spit in your man's face
Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She why you never 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 bitch who belong to who songs for you
She I'm feeling 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 you're my heart
(She said) You're breaking my
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 breaking my

[Verse 3:
We been riding around in this hatchback I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm trying to shag
Better find this 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, them accents, I rap
And I'm a torture until we find this place, yeah that's
Thought it was just 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 my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas
Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of ice
we had a trailer 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, Marshall just crashed 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
a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
So I her dap, then I tell her to scat, I'm not mean, I'm cute
On my way to the door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front looking like Venus's and Serena's
I'm saying, those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when 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 over her body, then the mistress
Police outside, I turn and the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my twin, he gives me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the 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, good to be back to business"

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