Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public stall a football
So time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got 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 it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

that's why I feel so strange
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 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 that, I second and third that
Don't know what the I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
my Hanes shirt 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 the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell 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 welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
all these pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all 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 up with me

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

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy 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 poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
like there ain't a cloud 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 that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's good to me so far)