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 half
But my tank is half empty, just blew

This always happens, minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone 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 just happened to run out of
Yeah, me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap
Can't park my ass without an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow 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 lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a covered wear 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
Maybe 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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
Turned and still sag
act more fucking 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 my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of these
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear new song 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, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
a sandwich with welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't even help it, this is the I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
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
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 catching up me

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

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I 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 row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, these bitches are 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 coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The shit I about
It's there 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 in my house
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
This is the I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)