Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
on my phone is ridiculous
No more up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' bad on the
Comin' at a nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin'
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my pic
Got a call from Stevie, know his steezie
Said he 'bout to to KC, wanna have a little get together, that's easy
Got a Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for and Picasso?
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 ain't it in eons
This 'bout to be cooler Freon
Got another call from my in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's fisted, with bottles
I him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em was on models
All of my niggas for action
I woke, all I remembered is crashin'
I can try and tell you in the next
But I don't really what happened

Mayday]
It's 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: Tech
Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody in my shit
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste like big weed my nigga Yukmouth
I think I two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the with ghetto butt
She was trippin' when beautiful widow cut
In front of her to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I don't remember seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, three in (Becka Joy)
of a house full of bitches and dancin'
And some they pants and romancin' each other
And eating each other, and me brothas
My almost stuck a bitch
Cause she my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he kicked her out,
She outta line, nigga somethin' shoulda been
Then somehow I touched her
My lip hit her big

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

N9ne]
Scenario, happened?
That nigga keep laughin', 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
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
Came downstairs, all my still sprawled out
I saw empty bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a screw

The night was perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like
I don't like myself, oh no
I've 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
just a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a