Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day with my
on my phone is ridiculous
No more shine up on the real Tech
They bad on the sickness
Comin' at a so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin'
sayin' that I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his
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 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 to kick it with family, put the gun on down nigga
I kicked it in eons
This 'bout to be than Freon
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, 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 tell you in the verse
But I don't really know what

[Hook:
just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
It's just a 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, that's up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste big weed like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick ghetto butt
She was trippin' when another beautiful cut
In front of her to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep (Becka Joy)
But I don't remember even (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really wanna (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, three in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house of bitches and dancin'
And some losin' they and romancin' each other
And eating other, and beating me brothas
My publicist stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my with her fuckin' fist
But he her out, instead
She outta line, nigga shoulda been said
somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big

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

[Tech
Scenario, happened?
That nigga laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said she was made up with hips, 'bout 5'1, hell pretty, but 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 do stuff
downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the makings of Lou, (damn)
Now a loose screw

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

(Voice of a girl)

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