Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

ONE - Eminem
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I over, this fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical
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 you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I annoy the outta her
Get the in back, put on your slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings
Worse my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading rumors about her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped back accents
Cause she kept asking me to callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

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

TWO - Royce
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone on tweetin'
I'm a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this skeezer
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your face
Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling ya big
Wait, am I talking
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I why?
She said why you never make for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the
And go and fuck the who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just the word swagger so NO

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

(Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed 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 told her to
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace
Lookin' like Venus and hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step her body, and smack the mistress
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil
He me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns and gives the misses hugs 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, it's to be back to business"

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