Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This happens, thirty minutes from home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time someone walks in the I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be 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, the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
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 that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the 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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I and third that
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
I gotta do to hear 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 Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I can't even 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 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 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
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the 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, they 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 hunched over, giant
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and raining out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)