Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half
But my tank is half empty, gasket just

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

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

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

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
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)

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure what that means, tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I 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 as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right to 'em stuck at the light
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they want me to up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I about
It's like there ain't a 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
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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