Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my phone is
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' that I
They can I was hurt 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 little get together, that's
Got a Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we gotta get liquor, spread the fun on 'round
We 'bout to kick it family, put the gun on down nigga
I kicked it in eons
This 'bout to be cooler than
Got another from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He pulled into KC sayin' he's 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, all I is crashin'
I can try and tell you in the next
But I really know what happened

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

[Verse 2: N9ne]
up, got sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste like big weed like my nigga
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 chick ghetto butt
She was trippin' when another widow cut
In front of her talkin' to me and I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I remember even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really wanna (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a full of bitches and dancin'
And losin' they pants and romancin' each other
And eating other, and beating me brothas
My publicist almost stuck a
Cause she my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he kicked her out,
She outta line, nigga somethin' shoulda said
somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big

It's 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 just a blur

[Tech
Scenario, what
That nigga keep laughin', he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said she was made up with hips, 'bout 5'1, pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a cocky and called me a demon and I flipped out
that 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 don't do
Came downstairs, all my niggas still out
I saw empty bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a screw

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

(Voice of a girl)

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