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, is half full
But my tank is half empty, gasket blew

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
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 park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd wallow then bass 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, what the is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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
is the inspiration 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 what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
Fuck you say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of these
You expect me to sit here and that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
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 can't stand all these kids with their camera
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
day someone 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 up with 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 keeps me
This is the I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
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 are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The I complain about
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 living the

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