Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my phone is
No more shine up on the Tech N9ne
They bad on the sickness
Comin' at a nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' that I
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 have a little get together, easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and
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 down
I kicked it in eons
This 'bout to be cooler than
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em was on
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 know what happened

Mayday]
It's a blur, 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 whole just a blur

[Verse 2: Tech
Woke up, got sick, nobody sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's up
Because 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 like my nigga
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, was a toothpick
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto
She was when another beautiful widow cut
In of her talkin' to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I don't even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
of a house full of bitches and dancin'
And losin' they pants and romancin' each other
And eating each other, and beating me
My publicist stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her fuckin'
But he her out, instead
She outta line, nigga somethin' shoulda said
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 thing's just a blur, blur,
The whole thing's just a

N9ne]
Scenario, what
That nigga laughin', cause he made 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
that she got a little cocky and called me a demon and I flipped out
Said her body was bruised up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I don't hit women, it was not me, I don't do
downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now a loose screw

The night was going perfectly, all seemed
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 a blur

(Voice of a girl)

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