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

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a stall dropping a football
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? 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 thought I'd be glad
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' does all of this crap end?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
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
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 that me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more 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 meet 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 a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt 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 there's more white trash from the trailer
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 the shelves full of hamburger helper
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 to hell, I can't 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, spit 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
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been 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 it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had 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 lost shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right to 'em stuck at the light
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? 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 what is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
It's there ain't 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 in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)