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 empty, gasket just blew

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every someone walks 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 happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on 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 my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's good 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 fucking mature,
you gonna say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the 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 shirt tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with and belch
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't even it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal
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
Other day 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 still won't
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that 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)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's
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 hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving 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 won't to it
The pressure, they me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so coveted, but what good is a fucking 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 to fuck with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
It's like there a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

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