Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

some things in this universe, don't make sense
But always seem to fuckin' work

VERSE ONE -
down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking 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 blocking my side
She's like so? I'm like so?
You need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? a rhetorical question
You talk to me you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck her
Get the fuck in back, put on your slut
You slut, what? the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me AIDS rumors about her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every
And that cunt thought I snapped back into
Cause she kept asking me to quit her CUNT
I I CUNT

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

VERSE TWO -
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 tweetin'
I'm a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this skeezer
She akse me am I the G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that little kid on Season
She said I'm ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never make for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I songs for me, leave the studio
And go and the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you
She I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the swagger so NO

(hook)

VERSE THREE -
We ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? 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 tryina hear some from Baghdad
Don't act you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, that's right
Thought it was just past light, jus' past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh you can't read, and you can't write
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 patch of ice
we had a trailer 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, just crashed right in front of the club!)

VERSE FOUR -
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my damn
Then a wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her that *slap* and her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic
To avoid this chick a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and 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, around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch shit!"
He the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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