Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitch
on my phone is ridiculous
Limo up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the
at that shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm of feelin' restricted
Fans I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his
Said 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy
Got a Cabo Wabo, some biz and Cîroc, yo
They wanna it at my house, is there room 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 kicked it in eons
'Bout to be cooler than
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, named
He just 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 remember this crashin'
I can try and tell you in the verse
But I don't really know what

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

Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody in my shit
Looked in the mirror, 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 '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!"
Everybody keep
But I don't remember seein'
But I heard if you wanna please
Put one, two, and maybe
of a house full of bitches and dancin'
And losin' their pants, romancin' each other
And eating other, and beating these brotha's
My almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga her fucking fist
But he her out, instead
???
somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big

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

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