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 empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty from home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
And you're asking me for my got damn on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
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 it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap
Can't park my ass without causing an
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

They 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, never 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 nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first 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 white from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids 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, they spit on my rings
I my karma is catching up with me

Maybe that's why I 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
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure what that means, tell 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, nosebleed
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right to 'em stuck 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
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 good is a recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
It's like ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining 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 the dream

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 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)