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 empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone 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 with my fucking 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 wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I won't change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
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 know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
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 do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
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
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still the shelves full of hamburger helper
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my
to Burger King, they spit 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 won't
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
you bumping? 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 is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma 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 push me to my limit, what a
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's 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 living the

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