Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my phone is
No more up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' bad on the
at a nigga so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin'
sayin' that I switched
They can tell I was hurt by at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all his steezie
he 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a little get together, that's easy
Got a little Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and
Hell yeah, come on
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun on
We 'bout to it with family, put the gun on down nigga
I ain't kicked it in
This to be cooler than Freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, Dion
He just 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 niggas for action
When I woke, all I remembered is
I can try and tell you in the next
But I don't really what happened

Mayday]
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 a blur

[Verse 2: N9ne]
up, got sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, a nigga punched me the fuck 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 don't do
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto
She was trippin' when another widow cut
In front of her to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I don't remember even (Becka Joy)
But I if you really wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, three in (Becka Joy)
of a house full of bitches and dancin'
And some losin' they pants and each other
And eating each other, and beating me
My publicist almost a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her fuckin'
But he her out, instead
She outta line, nigga somethin' been said
Then somehow 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 thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur

N9ne]
Scenario, happened?
That nigga laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said she was made up hips, 'bout 5'1, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little cocky and 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 do stuff
Came downstairs, all my niggas sprawled out
I saw empty bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a screw

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

(Voice of a girl)

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