Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
A king-size bed, but I on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, is half full
But my is half empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and only I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what 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 I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and it back and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather then bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

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

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and 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 perks my has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, like 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 got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they on my onion rings
I my karma is catching up with me

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

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then insults me "wow, up 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
Look over see these two hot
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? better'', fucking bitch
want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery 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 pictures of my
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
It's like there ain't a 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
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

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