Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time someone in the john I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just 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, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
in the past, iPod, what 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
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, 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 disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit 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 on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a with welch's and belch
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
all these pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I stand 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, they spit on my rings
I think my karma is up with me

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

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
Finger still up in one of my
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', bitch
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 recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
subdivison to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what 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 elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
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 good to me so far)