Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

ONE - Eminem
Driving I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side
She's like so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' 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 rides shotgun, what?
and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck 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 chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors her
Turn the radio up louder, it thump
While I bump Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that cunt thought I back into accents
she kept asking me to quit callin' her CUNT
I I CUNT

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

VERSE TWO -
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a
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 of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this 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
Like Cam did that little kid on Killa
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 songs for 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 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 around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's party 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 that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from
Don't act you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, jus' past Van
Better hit that map right, read them
Oh yeah you can't read, and you write
me that last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, Relapse
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew the light
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer to the back
We jackknifed, flew out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She think I'd act like that in person

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

VERSE FOUR -
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina up this cat fight
Between my and my damn wife
Then a wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her *slap* and told her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm
On my way to the front door, the scenic route
To avoid this chick a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and 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 drifted back to this
I my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil
He gives me an 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 bitch he with
back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

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