Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my is ridiculous
No more shine up on the real Tech
talkin' bad on the sickness
Comin' at a so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all 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
wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, on down
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we gotta get liquor, spread the fun on 'round
We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on nigga
I kicked it in eons
This 'bout to be cooler than
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, Dion
He just pulled into KC he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor and Stone'em was on models
All of my niggas ready for
I woke, all I remembered is crashin'
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't really know what

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

[Verse 2: Tech
up, got sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste like big weed my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, was a toothpick
I I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the with ghetto butt
She was trippin' when another widow cut
In of her talkin' to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
keep 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)
of a house full of bitches and dancin'
And some they pants and romancin' each other
And eating other, and beating me brothas
My publicist almost stuck a
Cause she punched my with her fuckin' fist
But he kicked her out,
She outta line, nigga somethin' shoulda said
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

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

[Tech
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 cocky and called me a demon and I out
Said that her body was bruised up and her had a few cuts
I told him I don't hit women, it was not me, I do stuff
Came downstairs, all my still sprawled out
I saw empty bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a screw

The night was going perfectly, all seemed
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, like hell
I feel like myself, oh no
I've ever felt this way before in so long
just a blur

(Voice of a girl)

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