Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, minutes from home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second 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'' does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then 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, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

that's why I feel 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 been to me so far)

call 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 giant
But I blew, turned back
Turned forty and sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
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 heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of these
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm still on my first from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even help it, this is the I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I my karma is catching up with me

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I leave 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)

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger 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, do nothing, play it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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