Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day with my
on my phone is ridiculous
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' that I
can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he 'bout to 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 there 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 it with family, put the gun on down nigga
I ain't it in eons
'bout to be cooler than Freon
Got another from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' double fisted, with bottles
I him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em 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 just a blur, blur,
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a

[Verse 2: Tech
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 mouth like big weed like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, was a toothpick
I think I was 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 front of her to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep (Becka Joy)
But I don't remember even (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and
And some losin' 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 kicked her out,
She outta line, nigga somethin' shoulda said
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

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

[Tech
Scenario, happened?
That nigga keep laughin', cause he all the drinks potent
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 cocky and me a demon and I flipped 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
Came downstairs, all my still sprawled out
Then I saw bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a loose

The was going perfectly, all seemed well
I up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell
I feel like myself, oh no
I've never ever this way before in so long
just a blur

(Voice of a girl)

MAYDAY]
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 just a blur