Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in this universe, don't sense
But somehow always seem to 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 plastic surgeon, I ya to put up your visor
I'm getting ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm so?
You gon' need a you keep actin' like that, ho
I like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, the rest of my dates
No rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Pads up?
Is that what you actually me?
(smack)
reaches over and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the in back, put on your slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, 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, hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped into accents
she kept asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

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

VERSE TWO -
Uh, up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there at my phone on twitter 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 from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, I spit in your man's face
Cam did that little kid on Killa Season
She said I'm ya big eagle
Wait, am I talking
I said nah, I'm a walking 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 I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just the word swagger so NO

(hook)

THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm hunchback
Where the fuck's party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz find this love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? touch that
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 torture 'till we find this place, that's right
Thought it was just 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
in half like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew the light
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She think I'd act like that in person

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

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

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