Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

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

[Hook:
just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur

[Verse 2: N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody in my shit
in the mirror, that's fucked up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste big weed like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a
I I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto
She was trippin' when beautiful widow cut
In front of her talkin' to me and I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep (Becka Joy)
But I remember even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I if you really wanna 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 each other, and me brothas
My publicist almost stuck a
she punched my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he her out, instead
She line, nigga somethin' shoulda been said
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

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

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

The night was going perfectly, all seemed
I up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't feel myself, oh no
I've never felt this way before in so long
It's a blur

(Voice of a girl)

[Hook:
It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur, blur, blur
It's a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur