Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my is ridiculous
No shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' bad on the
Comin' at a so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he to come to KC, wanna have a little get together, that's easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, on down
Told Mackazilla we done on rounds, we gotta get more 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 Freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, Dion
He pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and was on models
All of my niggas ready for
When I woke, all I remembered is
I can try and tell you in the verse
But I don't really what happened

[Hook:
It's just a blur, blur,
The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
It's 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 sleepin' in my
in the mirror, that's fucked up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste like big weed like my Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, was a toothpick
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do
KC Teas, ghetto suds, to the chick 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 each other, and beating me brothas
My publicist stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her fist
But he kicked her out,
She outta line, nigga somethin' shoulda been
somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big

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

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 with hips, 5'1, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little and called me a demon and I flipped out
Said that her body was up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I don't hit women, it was not me, I don't do
Came downstairs, all my niggas sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now a loose screw

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

(Voice of a girl)

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