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, is half full
But my tank is empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd wallow then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call lunch dinner, call 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 won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's been 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
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* 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 disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even 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 kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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 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)

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
insults me "wow, up close 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
over see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
next to 'em stuck at the light
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what 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
subdivison to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and 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 still change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)