Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but in a house
A bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half
But my is half empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty from home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So time someone 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 autograph on a
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second 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?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my 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 is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

They me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
be the perfect match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of these
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich 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, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
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
day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I think my karma is up with me

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

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 hang it up, but the frame is all

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached 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 this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see 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, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
and a mouse, I'm living 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 turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)