Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day with my
Negativity on my is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech
talkin' '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 call Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he's 'bout to come to KC, wanna a get together, that's easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, biz and Cîroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
Told Makzilla be done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, the fun around
We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on
Nigga, I ain't it in eons
'Bout to be cooler Freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, Dion
He pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I him I was on liquor duty and ?Stone'em? was on models
All of my ready for action
When I woke, I don't remember this
I can try and tell you in the verse
But I don't know what happened

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

Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody in my shit
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
Because is my top lip
busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I smoke by my mouth taste like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a
I I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrón, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the with ghetto butts
She was trippin' when another beautiful cut
In front of me she was talkin', I said "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep
But I don't remember seein'
But I heard if you really wanna
Put one, two, and maybe
Glimpses of a house full of and dancin'
And some losin' their pants, each other
And eating each other, and these brotha's
My publicist almost stuck a
Cause she punched my with her fucking fist
But he her out, instead
???
Then when I touched her
My lip hit her big

Scenario, happened?
That nigga keep laughin', he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
she's made 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
Said her was boozed up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I don't hit women, I do stuff
I came downstairs, all my niggas sprawled out
The makings of Caribou Lou, now there's a screw

The night was going perfectly, all seemed
I woke up in the dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't like myself, oh no
I've never felt this way before in so long
It's a blur