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 full
But my tank is empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass it, crumbled 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 my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking 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 plastic up the ass
in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the that 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 me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt 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 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, hell with a
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with and belch
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an shelter
With all 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 got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to King, they 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 won't
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation that 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)

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

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't 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 these two hot
Finger still up in one of my
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I succumb to it
The pressure, they me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The I complain about
like 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 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
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)