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, glass is full
But my tank is half empty, just blew

This happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time 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 to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''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 shit'' when does all of this crap
Can't park my ass without causing an
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 at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
lunch dinner, call 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

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still 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 that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm 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 snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no to technology
But what the is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first manual Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with and belch
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
Creature of habit, like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
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
Other day someone got little elaborate and a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I think my karma is catching up me

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that 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 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 is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one 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 subdivison to with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
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 elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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