Luyện nghe bài hát Blur

Bad day with my
Negativity on my phone is
No more up on the real Tech N9ne
They bad on the sickness
Comin' at a so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
Fans sayin' that I
They can tell I was by lookin' at my Twit 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 little Cabo Wabo, biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is room for Frizz and Picasso?
yeah, come on down
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun on
We 'bout to it with family, put the gun on down nigga
I kicked it in eons
This 'bout to be cooler than
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with
I told him I was on duty and Stone'em was on models
All of my niggas for action
When I woke, all I remembered is
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't really what happened

[Hook:
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 thing's just a blur

[Verse 2: Tech
Woke up, got sick, ain't sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's up
Because is my top lip
busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my taste like 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 ghetto
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 don't even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
of a house full of bitches and dancin'
And some losin' they pants and romancin' each
And eating other, and beating me brothas
My publicist almost stuck a
Cause she punched my nigga her fuckin' fist
But he kicked her out,
She outta line, nigga somethin' been said
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

It's just a blur, blur,
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
It's just a blur, blur,
The whole thing's 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, pretty, but Cripped out
Said she got a little cocky and called me a demon and I flipped out
Said that her body was bruised up and her had a few cuts
I told him I don't hit women, it was not me, I 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 was going perfectly, all seemed well
I up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't feel myself, oh no
I've never ever felt this way in so long
It's a blur

(Voice of a girl)

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