Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

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

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

Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody in my shit
in the mirror, that's fucked up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke by my taste like 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 don't do
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the with ghetto butts
She was when another beautiful widow cut
In of me when she was talkin', I said "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep
But I remember even seein'
But I if you really wanna please
Put one, two, and three
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and
And some losin' their pants, each other
And eating other, and beating these brotha's
My publicist stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her fist
But he her out, instead
???
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

Scenario, happened?
nigga keep laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said she's made up hips out, she 'bout 5'1", hell pretty, but cripped out
Said she got a little cocky, called me a demon and I 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 still sprawled out
The makings of Lou, now there's a loose screw

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 never ever felt way before in so long
just a blur