Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

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

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

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

Scenario, what
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, called me a and I flipped out
her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I hit women, I don't do stuff
I came downstairs, all my niggas still out
The makings of Caribou Lou, now a loose 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 ever felt way before in so long
It's a blur