Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the
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 is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''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 thought I'd be 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, the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without someone through my sub harassing
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 mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn 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 motivation that keeps me
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 heard that, I second and that
Don't know what the I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you 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 famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica (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 buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the 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 these pet
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 got little elaborate and stuck 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 why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
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)

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what 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 over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at
Sloppy Joe's, buck
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
This fucking 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 Muzik? better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The I complain about
It's there ain't 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
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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