Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day with my
Negativity on my phone is
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 sick of restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he 'bout to to KC, wanna have a little get together, that's easy
Got a little Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and
yeah, come on down
Told that we done on rounds, we gotta get more 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 Freon
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 for action
When I woke, all I remembered is
I can try and tell you in the verse
But I don't really know what

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

[Verse 2: N9ne]
up, got sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga 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 I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, to the chick with ghetto butt
She was trippin' when another beautiful cut
In front of her talkin' to me and I said, "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I remember even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
of a house full of bitches and dancin'
And some losin' they pants and each other
And eating each other, and me brothas
My publicist almost stuck a
she punched my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he kicked her out,
She outta line, somethin' shoulda been said
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

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

N9ne]
Scenario, what
That nigga laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
she was made up with hips, 'bout 5'1, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little cocky and called me a demon and I out
that her body was bruised up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I him I don't hit women, it was not me, I don't do stuff
Came downstairs, all my niggas sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the makings of Lou, (damn)
Now there's a screw

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

(Voice of a girl)

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