Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the
I'm Mr.Brightside, is half full
But my tank is half empty, just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone 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 thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass 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?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
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 famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
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 that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell 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 with welch's and belch
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 even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal
all these pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I 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 fucking cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they on my onion rings
I think my karma is up with me

that's 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 I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me good
So I'm of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the is all cracked

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
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, want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The I complain about
It's there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never 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 still won't
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)