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 half
But my tank is half empty, gasket blew

This happens, thirty minutes from home
lay a log cabin and only option 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? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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 I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's good to me so far)

They 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 giant
But I blew, never turned
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna 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 people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the 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 and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, 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
Other day got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I my karma is catching up with me

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
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 that me
(Life's been to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I got a plaque
I'd it up, but the frame 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 Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right 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? 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 another one after
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
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 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
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

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