Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every someone 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, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
you're 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 learn
I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my manual from 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 trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
all these pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I think my karma is catching up me

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a that made 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 of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking 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
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

that's why I feel 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 I need
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)