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, is half full
But my tank is half empty, just blew

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I my ass with 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?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that 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 would doing if it rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
Turned forty and sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
you're 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 that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first from 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 spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids their camera 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
to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my is catching up with me

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

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure that means, they tell 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 to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached 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 this poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? 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 highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma the ball if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain 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
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation 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)