Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitch
Negativity on my phone is
Limo shine up on the Tech N9ne
They 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that shit so
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
Fans sayin' I
They can I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he's 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's
Got a Cabo Wabo, some biz and Cîroc, yo
They have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
yeah, come on down
Told Makzilla be done on rounds, we get more liquor, spread the fun around
We 'bout to it with family, put the gun on down
Nigga, I ain't kicked it in
'Bout to be cooler than
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with
I told him I was on liquor duty and ?Stone'em? was on
All of my niggas for action
When I woke, I remember this crashin'
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't really know what

It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur, blur, blur
just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a

Woke up, got sick, ain't sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the out
I don't smoke by my mouth taste like big ? my nigga Yukmouth
I think I two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrón, I don't do this
KC Teas, suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto butts
She was trippin' when beautiful widow cut
In of me when she was talkin', I said "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep
But I remember even seein'
But I if you really wanna please
Put one, two, and maybe
Glimpses of a house full of and dancin'
And losin' their pants, romancin' each other
And each other, and beating these brotha's
My almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her fist
But he kicked her out,
???
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

Scenario, what
That nigga laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said she's up with hips out, she 'bout 5'1", hell pretty, but cripped out
Said she got a little cocky, me a demon and I flipped out
her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I him I don't hit women, I don't do stuff
I came downstairs, all my still sprawled out
The makings of Caribou Lou, now there's a screw

The night was going perfectly, all well
I woke up in the dizzy, feelin' like hell
I feel like myself, oh no
I've never ever felt this way in so long
just a blur