Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitch
on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real N9ne
They talkin' I'm the sickness
at that shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin'
Fans sayin' I
can tell 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, 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 for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, on down
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 kicked it in
'Bout to be cooler Freon
Got another call from my in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I him I was on liquor duty and ?Stone'em? was on models
All of my niggas ready for
When I woke, I remember this crashin'
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't really what happened

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

Woke up, got sick, ain't sleepin' in my shit
in the mirror, that's fucked up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a punched me the fuck out
I don't by my mouth taste like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrón, I don't do
KC Teas, ghetto suds, to the chick with ghetto butts
She was trippin' when beautiful widow cut
In front of me when she was talkin', I "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep
But I remember even seein'
But I heard if you really please
Put one, two, and three
Glimpses of a house 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,
???
somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big

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

The was going perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, like hell
I don't like myself, oh no
I've never ever felt way before in so long
It's just a