Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

Cause some things in this universe, make sense
But somehow always seem to fuckin'

VERSE ONE -
down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, blocking my side mirror
like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you actin' like that, ho
I like your husband 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 shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that you actually aksed me?
(smack)
Bitch over and smacks me
And says I the fuck outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings
Worse than my last chick, I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS about her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
While I bump Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I snapped back into
Cause she asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I SAID I

- Eminem
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's 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
While Marshall's at a trash 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 man's
Like Cam did little kid on Killa Season
She I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' 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

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VERSE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find love shack
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 like em', them
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't
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 of black ice
Forgot we had a hitch to the back
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like in person

(Yo, Royce, just crashed right 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 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 door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and Serena's
I'm sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this
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 out and see my evil twin
He gives me an grin
He mugs the mistress, around and gives 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 to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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