Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my phone is
No more shine up on the Tech N9ne
talkin' bad on the sickness
Comin' at a nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was hurt by at my Twit pic
Got a call Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he 'bout to come to KC, have a little get together, that's easy
Got a Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
yeah, come on down
Told that we done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun on 'round
We to kick it with family, put the gun on down nigga
I ain't it in eons
This 'bout to be cooler Freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, Dion
He just pulled KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor and Stone'em was on models
All of my niggas for action
When I woke, all I remembered is
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't really know what

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

2: Tech N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, ain't sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my taste like big weed like my nigga Yukmouth
I I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with butt
She was trippin' another beautiful widow cut
In front of her to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I remember even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, three in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house of bitches and dancin'
And some they pants and romancin' each other
And eating other, and beating me brothas
My publicist almost a bitch
she punched my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he her out, instead
She outta line, nigga somethin' been said
Then when I touched her
My lip hit her big

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

N9ne]
Scenario, what
That nigga keep laughin', cause he made all the drinks
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said she was made up hips, 'bout 5'1, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little and called me a demon and I flipped out
that her body was bruised up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I don't hit women, it was not me, I do stuff
Came downstairs, all my niggas sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a loose

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

(Voice of a girl)

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