Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but in a house
A bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, is half full
But my tank is half empty, gasket blew

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with and belch
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is up with me

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the that keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's been to me so far)

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me good
So I'm of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain about
It's like ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)