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

This happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public stall a football
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
And you're asking me for my got damn on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on thought I'd be glad then
''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 shit'' does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation 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)

They me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
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 hear this new from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white 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 cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their 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, spit on my onion rings
I think my is catching up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe 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 been to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm of the decade, I even 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, giant
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger 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 lost till shopping at
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's 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 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
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The shit I complain
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and raining out
Aid stain 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 why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)