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 full
But my tank is empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty 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? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I happened 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 shit'' when does all of this end?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub
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 with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

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

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I there's more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare 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 like I'm trapped in an animal
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I my karma is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure what 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 frame is all

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He just had row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
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 that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)