Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

always happens, thirty minutes from home
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 up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
And you're me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when all of this crap end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

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

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my 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 me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with welch's and
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I there's more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids 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 Burger King, they spit on my onion
I think my is catching up with me

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation that me going
This is the I need
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
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, nobody notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, 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 caught my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but 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 of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and raining out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

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