Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, minutes from home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
And asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, 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 an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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 motivation keeps me going
This is the I need
I can turn my back on a city that 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 I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
Turned forty and sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'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 that?
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, with a Playstation
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
all these pet peeves
God to hell, I can't stand all these kids 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
Went to King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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

Got on Facebook, all over 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, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then insults me "wow, up didn't 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 over see two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one 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 shrubbery on you of bitches
subdivison to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
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 living the

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