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 full
But my tank is half empty, just blew

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- Come 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, me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I my ass with 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 my ass without causing an accident
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
in the past, iPod, what 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 won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
know what 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 Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I can't even it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't all these kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, spit on my onion rings
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 leave Detroit
the motivation that keeps 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)

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 even got a
I'd hang it up, but the is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they want me to up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking 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 with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
like 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
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

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