Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half
But my tank is half empty, just 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 in the john I get Madden
''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 just happened to run out of
Yeah, hand me that, on second I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, 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 someone through my sub harassing
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, call dinner
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 that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I and third that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a with welch's and belch
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
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 think my karma is catching up me

that's why I feel so strange
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 inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's
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, hopefully notices 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 had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play 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, they want me to up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a 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

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