Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public dropping a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, 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 trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know what the I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from 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 white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up me

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation that me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
Finger 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 loving it it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery 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 complain
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

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