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, just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public stall a football
So every time walks 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, 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 crap
Can't park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
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

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

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to 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 from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with and belch
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality 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 it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
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 someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
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 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)

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 even got a
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 this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
fucking shit is taking forever 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
want me to flip at the label, but I won't 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 snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The shit I about
like 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 elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still won't
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)