Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day with my
on my phone is ridiculous
Limo up on the real Tech N9ne
They '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 know his
Said he's 'bout to come to KC, have a get together, that's easy
Got a little Wabo, some biz and Cîroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
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 another call from my in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with
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 happened

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

Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke by my mouth taste like big ? like my 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 ghetto butts
She was trippin' when another widow cut
In front of me she was talkin', I said "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep
But I remember even seein'
But I heard if you really please
Put one, two, and maybe
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and
And some losin' their pants, romancin' other
And eating each other, and beating brotha's
My publicist almost a bitch
Cause she punched my with her fucking fist
But he kicked her out,
???
Then somehow 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 little cocky, me a demon and I flipped out
Said her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few
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 up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't like myself, oh no
I've never ever felt this way before in so
It's a blur