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

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public stall a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a
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 my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna 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 famous people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, with a Playstation
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
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an shelter
all these pet peeves
God to hell, I can't 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 dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is up with me

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

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He just had row seats, told me to sign this poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? 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 with another one 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 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 in the sky and it's raining 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

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