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 half
But my tank is empty, gasket just blew

This happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
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, kiss my country ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
in the past, iPod, what 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 won't change
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 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 turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with welch's and
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
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 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 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 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 means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I got a plaque
I'd it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody 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 just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit fucking 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 stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

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