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, gasket blew

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
And you're asking me for my got damn 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 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 park my ass without causing an
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
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 still won't
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
the motivation that 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 know what the I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no to technology
But what the is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an shelter
With all these pet
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 a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they 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 keeps me going
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 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 nobody me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt 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 this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
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
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 if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't 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 push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I complain
It's like there a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

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