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, glass is half
But my tank is half empty, gasket just

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''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 glad
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
is the inspiration I need
I can never my back 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 what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act fucking 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 perks my has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first manual Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
a sandwich with welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't 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 little elaborate and stuck a fucking cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all 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 hunched over, giant
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking shit is taking 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 want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
It's like 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
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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