Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitch
Negativity on my phone is
Limo up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' I'm the sickness
Comin' at that shit so
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
Fans I switched
can tell 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 Wabo, some biz and Cîroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and
yeah, come on down
Told Makzilla be done on rounds, we get more liquor, spread 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 than
Got another call from my in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with
I told him I was on liquor and ?Stone'em? was on models
All of my niggas for action
I woke, I don't remember this crashin'
I can try and tell you in the verse
But I don't really what happened

It's 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 sleepin' in my
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't by my mouth taste like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was shots with 'em, of Patrón, I don't do this
KC Teas, suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto butts
She was trippin' when another widow cut
In front of me she was talkin', I said "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin'
But I don't remember even
But I heard if you really wanna
Put one, two, and maybe
Glimpses of a full of bitches and dancin'
And some losin' their pants, each other
And eating each other, and beating brotha's
My publicist stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my with her fucking fist
But he her out, instead
???
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

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

The night was perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, like hell
I feel like myself, oh no
I've ever felt this way before in so long
It's a blur