Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my is ridiculous
No more up on the real Tech N9ne
talkin' bad on the sickness
Comin' at a nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin'
sayin' that I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my 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 little Cabo Wabo, biz and Ciroc, yo
They have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
yeah, come on down
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, the fun on 'round
We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on nigga
I ain't it in eons
This to be cooler than Freon
Got another call from my in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's fisted, with bottles
I him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em was on models
All of my niggas for action
I woke, all I remembered is crashin'
I can try and you in the next verse
But I really know what happened

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

2: Tech N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, ain't sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste like big weed like my nigga
I think I two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin' shots 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto
She was trippin' when another beautiful cut
In front of her talkin' to me and I said, "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I don't 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 losin' they pants and romancin' each
And each other, and beating me brothas
My publicist stuck a bitch
she punched my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he kicked her out,
She line, nigga somethin' shoulda been said
Then when I touched her
My lip hit her big

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

[Tech
Scenario, what
That keep laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said she was made up with hips, 'bout 5'1, hell pretty, but 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 loose

The night was going perfectly, all well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, like hell
I don't like myself, oh no
I've ever felt this 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 a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur