Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in universe, don't make sense
But somehow always seem to fuckin'

ONE - Eminem
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep like that, ho
I look like your slut? That's a rhetorical question
You to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my
No bitch rides shotgun, Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that what you aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches over and me
And says I annoy the outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on your powder
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS about her
the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, hit every bump
And that cunt I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept me to quit callin' her CUNT
I I CUNT

- Eminem
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, your mic at?
you're 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 white trash party, I'm at drama
I walk up in there looking at my phone on tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by little skeezer
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's
Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I'm ya big eagle
Wait, am I talking
I said nah, I'm a Kanye/Beyonce song.
She I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if 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 used the swagger so NO

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VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking
Where the fuck's this at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
it's an act? 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 tryina hear Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', them
I rap tight, and I'mma 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you read, and you can't write
Told me that night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the
Spun out, hit a patch of ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act that in person

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

VERSE - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat
Between my and my damn wife
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 door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a front
Lookin' like and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they rackets
My mind back to this shit
I seen my wife her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I out and see my evil twin
He gives me an evil
He mugs the mistress, turns and gives the misses hugs and kisses
at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, good to be back to business"

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