Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitch
on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech
They talkin' I'm the sickness
Comin' at that shit so
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin'
Fans sayin' I
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my pic
Got a call from Stevie, know his steezie
Said he's 'bout to to KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, 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 more liquor, spread the fun
We to kick it with family, put the gun on down
Nigga, I kicked it in eons
'Bout to be than Freon
Got another call my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's fisted, with bottles
I him I was on liquor duty and ?Stone'em? was on models
All of my ready for action
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 just a blur, blur,
The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur

Woke up, got sick, nobody sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga me the fuck out
I don't by my mouth taste like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin' shots 'em, of Patrón, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with butts
She was trippin' another beautiful widow cut
In front of me when she was talkin', I "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin'
But I don't even seein'
But I heard if you really please
Put one, two, and maybe
Glimpses of a house full of and dancin'
And some losin' their pants, romancin' each
And each other, and beating these brotha's
My publicist almost a bitch
she punched my nigga with her fucking fist
But he her out, instead
???
Then somehow when I 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
Said she's up with hips out, she 'bout 5'1", hell pretty, but cripped out
Said she got a little cocky, called me a demon and I out
her body 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 still out
The makings of Caribou Lou, now a loose screw

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