Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitch
on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the
at that shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin'
Fans I switched
They can tell I was by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he's 'bout to come to KC, have a get together, that's easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, biz and Cîroc, yo
wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
Told Makzilla be done on rounds, we gotta get liquor, spread the fun around
We 'bout to it with family, put the gun on down
Nigga, I kicked it in eons
'Bout to be than Freon
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor and ?Stone'em? was on models
All of my ready for action
When I woke, I don't remember crashin'
I can try and tell you in the verse
But I really know what happened

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

Woke up, got sick, ain't sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke by my mouth taste big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, was a toothpick
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrón, I do this
KC Teas, suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto butts
She was trippin' when another widow cut
In front of me she was talkin', I said "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin'
But I remember even seein'
But I heard if you really wanna
Put one, two, and three
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and
And some losin' their pants, each other
And eating each other, and these brotha's
My publicist almost stuck a
Cause she punched my nigga with her fucking
But he her out, instead
???
Then when I touched her
My lip hit her big

Scenario, what
That nigga laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said made up with hips out, she 'bout 5'1", hell pretty, but cripped out
Said she got a little cocky, me a demon and I flipped out
Said her body was up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I him I don't hit women, I don't do stuff
I came downstairs, all my niggas still out
The makings of Caribou Lou, now there's a loose

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