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 nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
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 little get together, that's
Got a little Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, on down
Told Mackazilla that we 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
'bout to be cooler than Freon
Got another from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with
I told him I was on liquor and Stone'em was on models
All of my niggas for action
When I woke, all I is crashin'
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't really what happened

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

[Verse 2: N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, nobody sleepin' 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 like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the with ghetto butt
She was trippin' when another beautiful cut
In of her talkin' to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep (Becka Joy)
But I don't remember seein' (Becka Joy)
But I if you really wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and
And some losin' they pants and each other
And eating each other, and me brothas
My publicist stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her 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 a blur, blur, blur
The whole 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, what
That nigga keep laughin', cause he made all the drinks
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 little cocky and me a demon and I flipped out
that her body was bruised up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I hit women, it was not me, I don't do stuff
Came downstairs, all my niggas sprawled out
I saw empty bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now a loose screw

The night was perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' hell
I feel like myself, oh no
I've never ever this way before in so long
It's a blur

(Voice of a girl)

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