Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

VERSE ONE -
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? a rhetorical question
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?
and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on slut powder
You slut, what? the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, I accidentally butt dialed her
And she me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit bump
And that cunt thought I snapped back accents
Cause she kept me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

HOOK -
She said, you ain't 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, pull up to the in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter
I'm a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by little skeezer
She me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your face
Like Cam did little kid on Killa Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I talking
I nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never make songs for as if it's hard to do?
I I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we up?
I said, eh, you just used the swagger so NO

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VERSE THREE -
We been ridin' around in hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the this party at slutbag 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 that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', them
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them
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, Relapse
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
Spun out, hit a patch of 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 -
him I'll be there 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 and told her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, taking the route
To avoid this with a lace front
Lookin' Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My drifted back 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 twin
He gives me an grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses 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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