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 is half empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, minutes from home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're 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, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, 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 is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn 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 that keeps me
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's been 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 giant
But I blew, never back
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
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 ran, her skirt snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
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 manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a with welch's and belch
They say 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 full 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
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
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 little elaborate and 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 leave
It's the motivation that keeps me
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my 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, 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 nobody me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
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 lost till shopping at
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I complain
It's there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's 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 living the

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 that keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's been to me so far)