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 empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
And you're me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather then bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
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 that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation that me going
This is the inspiration I
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 what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song 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, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still the shelves full of hamburger helper
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't all these kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they on my onion rings
I my karma is catching up with me

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 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)

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close know 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 to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play 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, want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so coveted, but what good is a fucking 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 subdivison to with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a 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
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's been to me so far)