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
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone 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 just to run out of tissue
Yeah, me that, on second thought I'd be glad 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 all of this crap end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
in a covered 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 won't
Maybe that's why I can't leave
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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
be the perfect match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
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 Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
a sandwich with welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I there's more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage 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, feel like I'm trapped in an 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 someone got little elaborate and stuck a dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I think my is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, they me it's good
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, hopefully notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
Finger still up in one of my
Right next to 'em at the light
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up 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 fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
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 stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation 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)