Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

[Verse 1 -
Self, self-pity, self-self
Why the fuck is else giddy?
I woke up and shitty
Matter I've felt the same all week
Let down on my last album on the shelf
And I think I might need, help out of bed
Cause I'm here and I keep, on a thread
I'm my own worst critic, and I gotta write a
But I keep hating on my self, it's I get obsessed
Cause I hate what I write, something tight
I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna
I don't got a lot of fans, I'm that I might
Let 'em down if what I make don't to them right
If it don't, they ain't gonna buy my record
And if my second doesn't sell better the last
I'mma owe the label cash
So it's hard to relax and write
I be losing sometimes
I look at what they online
Somebody unfollow me and call me out cause I ain't
I'm behind on my dead-line, and I got a life
To ain't no free-time
My callin' up, "what you got another deep song?
What is it this time, your lady, or trying to be something?"
Not in the mood to a weed song
I'm sitting giving myself a mental beat-down I rap

- Rittz:]
I'm my own enemy the energy I have's a waste
Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket
Lookin' at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I would away
But I'm always wishing for the worst I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket

2:]
I can have conversation rappers
I'm not an asshole to unless I have a reason to be
But God forbid, if ever had a buzz, or a name
I feel like we are equal, and these dudes always want a feature for free
I try to and help 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet
But I'm starting to wonder if the was on the other foot
Would these do the same favor for me?
But, on the other hand, think I'm all famous
I ain't as as you think, when I tell 'em the price is
To get me on a record they are it's too expensive just to pay me a G
And I'm starting to feel
Cause I'm as the guy who never quit and never gave up his dreams
So I'm watching dudes tell me I gave 'em motivation
Not to quit and they gon' try and do the same as me but
Only difference is, I fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs
So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, what is to me
And I don't want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music they makin' is tight
But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and wasting your life
And all my fault... damn

3:]
They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel kinda immature, typing my online
Plus some fans that I got would probably hate me if they knew what type of shit that my mind
Cause I rap
Let me take that back, I hate whack rappers for the most part
Even I rap fast, I don't like when people try to impress me with double-time
And they be swearing they go so hard
don't really even say shit
Anyone can rhyme, thinking that and synching
The song I'm making, them figures dope, it ain't about the
You gotta make it make
And did I mention that I really hate fans?
I don't how one minute, everyone could be on your dick and they say you hot
A year later, the same fan steady be talkin' shit 'bout the rapper, like they forgot
how the shit works
First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again, you gotta your skin
This kinda hurts
This music industry is dumb, dumber the comments on YouTube
Sayin' that I use the (Hell Naw)
I don't rap like that, I don't hang white boys who act like that
I said too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad
At the world, even I don't really my back when I rap it's like... damn