Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but in a house
A bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half
But my tank is half empty, gasket blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second I'd be glad then
''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 crap end?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

They call me classless, I 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, never back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'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 and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, 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 sandwich with welch's and
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
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
Went to Burger King, spit on my onion rings
I think my is catching up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe why I can't leave 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)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's
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, nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close know 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 up in one of my nostrils
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
They me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons 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 there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)