Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall 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 on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of
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 this crap
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation 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)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
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 heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my Hanes 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 me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to 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 from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
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 these pet
God to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I think my is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a
I'd it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had row seats, told me to sign this poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you 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
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that 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)