Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my phone is
No more up on the real Tech N9ne
They bad on the sickness
at a nigga so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
sayin' that I switched
They can I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, know his steezie
Said he 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy
Got a Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for and Picasso?
yeah, come on down
Told that 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 ain't it in eons
This 'bout to be than Freon
Got another call my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on duty and Stone'em was on models
All of my ready for action
I woke, all I remembered is crashin'
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't know what happened

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

[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, puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't but my mouth taste like big weed like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I two chicks, one thick, another 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!"
Everybody sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I don't remember even (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really wanna (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and
And some losin' they pants and romancin' other
And eating each other, and beating me
My publicist stuck a bitch
she punched my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he kicked her out,
She line, nigga somethin' shoulda been said
Then somehow I touched her
My lip hit her big

It's just a 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

N9ne]
Scenario, happened?
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
that she got a little cocky and called me a demon and I flipped 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 don't do
Came downstairs, all my still sprawled out
Then I saw bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a loose

The night was going perfectly, all well
I woke up in the dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't like myself, oh no
I've never felt this way before in so long
just a blur

(Voice of a girl)

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