Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
And you're asking me for my got damn 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 wiped my ass it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this end?
Can't park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow 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
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
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 why I can't leave Detroit
the motivation that keeps me going
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 what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
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 famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my shirt tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no to technology
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, with a Playstation
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
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
of habit, feel 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, spit on my onion rings
I my karma is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me good
So I'm artist of the decade, I got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the is all cracked

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
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 till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I about
It's like there a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

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