Luyện nghe bài hát The Reunion

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

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

ONE - Eminem
Driving down I-75, 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, you're my side mirror
She's like so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep like that, ho
I look 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 bitch rides shotgun, Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi up?
Is that you actually aksed me?
(smack)
reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the outta her
Get the fuck in back, put on your slut
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get your hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I butt dialed her
And she me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit bump
And that thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit callin' her
I I CUNT

HOOK -
She said, Marshall you really like that, oh oh oh
Your on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're 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 looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches at a nigga, cheesin'
I get by this 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 in your man's face
Like Cam did that little kid on Season
She said I'm feeling ya big
Wait, am I talking
I said nah, I'm a walking song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said
She said why you never make for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' for you
She I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word so NO

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VERSE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking
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? Don't touch
You fat dyke, I'm hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', accents
I rap tight, and I'mma 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was past this light, jus' past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't
Told me that last night, she took my CD out the
Snapped in half like, sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, through the light
out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a hitch to the back
We jackknifed, bitch out of the car
I laughed like, she it
She didn't I'd act like that in person

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

VERSE - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat
my mistress 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 front door, taking the route
To avoid this chick with a front
like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when see me they don't slap me with they tennis 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 step out and see my evil
He gives me an evil
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses and kisses
Looks at me twisted, Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's to be back to business"

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