Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day with my
Negativity on my phone is
shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
sayin' I switched
They can I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
he's '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?
yeah, come on down
Told Makzilla be on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun around
We 'bout to kick it family, put the gun on down
Nigga, I ain't kicked it in
'Bout to be than Freon
Got another from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor and ?Stone'em? was on models
All of my niggas ready for
I woke, I don't remember this crashin'
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't really what happened

just 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 thing's just a blur

Woke up, got sick, nobody sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the out
I don't smoke by my mouth like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrón, I do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with butts
She was trippin' when another 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 wanna
Put one, two, and maybe
Glimpses of a house full of and dancin'
And some losin' their pants, romancin' other
And eating each other, and these brotha's
My almost stuck a bitch
she punched my nigga with her fucking fist
But he her out, instead
???
Then somehow I touched her
My lip hit her big

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

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