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 from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a stall dropping a football
So every time someone in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? 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 thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd wallow then bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic 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 so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a city 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 if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
Fuck you say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to 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 with welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what 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 is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody me
In produce hunched over, giant
stop as I mosey over 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 buying
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up 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
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe that's why I can't leave
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)