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, glass is half
But my is half empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public stall a football
So time 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 just to run out of tissue
Yeah, me that, on second 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 it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the when does all of this crap end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call 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
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that 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)

call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
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 going
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
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 butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
all these pet peeves
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 cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, spit on my onion rings
I think my is catching up with me

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
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 good to me so far)

Got on Facebook, all over 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, hopefully nobody me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I complain
It's like there 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
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe 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 good to me so far)