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, is half full
But my tank is half empty, just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
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, it up in a wad and threw it back and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd wallow then bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps 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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
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 she drag-races, *burp* swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the is all of these buttons?
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, with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
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 white from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my
Went to Burger King, 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
It's the motivation that 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)

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

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 did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He had front 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 lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play 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 want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I about
It's there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never 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 won't
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)