Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day with my
on my phone is ridiculous
No more shine up on the real Tech
talkin' bad on the sickness
Comin' at a so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin'
Fans sayin' that I
They can tell I was by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy
Got a little Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we get more liquor, spread the fun on 'round
We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down
I kicked it in eons
This '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 ready for action
When I woke, all I remembered is
I can try and tell you in the verse
But I don't know what happened

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

2: Tech N9ne]
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 nigga me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste big weed like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin' with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with butt
She was when another beautiful widow cut
In front of her to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin' (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 full of bitches and dancin'
And losin' they pants and romancin' each other
And eating each other, and me brothas
My publicist almost stuck a
Cause she punched my nigga with her fuckin'
But he kicked her out,
She outta line, nigga shoulda been said
Then 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 whole just a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur

N9ne]
Scenario, what
nigga keep 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
Said that she got a little cocky and 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 niggas still out
Then I saw bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now a loose screw

The night was going perfectly, all well
I woke up in the dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't feel myself, oh no
I've never ever this way before in so long
It's just a

(Voice of a girl)

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