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, gasket just

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public stall a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And asking 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 thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd wallow then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
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 my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of these
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
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
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even it, this 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 with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a dead cat in my mailbox
to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe that's why I can't leave
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)

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 frame is all

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking 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 want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The shit I about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's 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 won't change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)