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, glass is half
But my tank is half empty, just blew

This happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what 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, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of crap end?
Can't park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my 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 fuck is
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's been 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, never turned
Turned forty and 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 meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first from Zelda
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 trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
cramming 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 trapped in an 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
Other day got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure what that means, they tell me 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 nobody me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't 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 sons of
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a in the sky and it's raining out
Aid stain 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 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 that me
(Life's good to me so far)