Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day with my
Negativity on my phone is
No more shine up on the real Tech
talkin' bad on the sickness
Comin' at a nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm of feelin' restricted
Fans that I switched
They can I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his
Said he 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a little get together, easy
Got a Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, the fun on 'round
We 'bout to it with family, put the gun on down nigga
I ain't it in eons
This 'bout to be cooler than
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em was on
All of my niggas 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 thing's just a blur, blur, blur
It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a 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 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, ghetto suds, to the chick with ghetto butt
She was trippin' when beautiful widow cut
In of her talkin' to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I don't even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, three in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of and dancin'
And some losin' they and romancin' each other
And eating each other, and beating me
My publicist almost stuck a
she punched my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he her out, instead
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 just a blur, blur,
just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur

N9ne]
Scenario, what
nigga keep laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
she was made 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 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 niggas still out
Then I saw empty bottles, the of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a loose

The night was going perfectly, all seemed
I up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't feel myself, oh no
I've ever felt this way before in so long
It's a blur

(Voice of a girl)

[Hook:
just 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