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, is half 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 bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''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 shit'' when does all of crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub
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 with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the 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
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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I and third that
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more 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 famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'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 here and that?
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a with welch's and belch
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even it, this is the hand I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I got a plaque
I'd it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign 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 picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right next to 'em at the light
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk 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 with another one Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I about
It's like there ain't a in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

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