Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

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

It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole just 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
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 smoke by my mouth taste like big ? 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 do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto
She was when another beautiful widow cut
In front of me when she was talkin', I "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep
But I don't even seein'
But I heard if you really please
Put one, two, and maybe
Glimpses of a full of bitches and dancin'
And losin' their pants, romancin' each other
And eating each other, and these brotha's
My almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga her fucking fist
But he her out, instead
???
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

Scenario, happened?
That nigga laughin', cause 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
Said her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few
I him I don't hit women, I don't do stuff
I came downstairs, all my niggas sprawled out
The makings of Lou, now there's a loose screw

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