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

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck 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 roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

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

call 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, never back
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you 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 famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich 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 mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
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 someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I think my karma is up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's good 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 it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
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
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking 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 it's out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

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