Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
on my phone is ridiculous
No more shine up on the real N9ne
talkin' 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 tell I was hurt by at my Twit pic
Got a from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he to come to KC, wanna have a little get together, that's easy
Got a little Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, on down
Told Mackazilla that we on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun on 'round
We 'bout to it with family, put the gun on down nigga
I kicked it in eons
This 'bout to be cooler than
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em was on models
All of my ready for action
When I woke, all I remembered is
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't really what happened

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

[Verse 2: N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, ain't sleepin' in my shit
in the mirror, that's fucked up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the 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 takin' with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, suds, talkin' to the chick 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 remember even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really wanna (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of and dancin'
And some losin' they pants and romancin' each
And eating 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, somethin' shoulda been said
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

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

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

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

(Voice of a girl)

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