Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, 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 john I get
''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 happened to run out of
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
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 an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, 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 suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call 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

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a 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 my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
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 here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first manual Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
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
Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was 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 with their camera
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they on my onion rings
I think my karma is up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not what 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 is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over stop as I mosey to the frozen aisle
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
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? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
They me to flip 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 what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I about
It's like 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 elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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