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 half
But my tank is empty, gasket just blew

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when 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 trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
act more 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 meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
be the perfect match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say this 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 take full 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 like I'm trapped in an shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they on my onion rings
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 leave
It's the motivation that me going
is the inspiration I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they me it's good
So I'm of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I 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 if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I about
like 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 won't change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
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)