Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

[Verse 1 -
Self, self-pity, pity
Why the fuck is everybody giddy?
I woke up and shitty
Matter I've felt the same all week
Let down on my last on the shelf sitting
And I think I might need, getting out of bed
Cause I'm here and I keep, spinning on a
I'm my own critic, and I gotta write a album
But I keep hating on my self, it's like I get
I hate what I write, say-say something tight
I be thinking too much what they gonna like
I don't got a lot of fans, I'm that I might
Let 'em if what I make don't relate to them right
If it don't, then they gonna buy my record
And if my doesn't sell better than the last
owe the record label cash
So hard to relax and write raps
I be losing concentration
I look at they sayin' online
Somebody me and call me out cause I ain't respond
I'm behind on my dead-line, and I got a home
To juggle ain't no
My manager callin' up, "what you got deep song?
What is it this time, your lady, or struggle to be something?"
Not in the to write a weed song
I'm sitting giving myself a beat-down when I rap

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

2:]
I can have conversation rappers
I'm not an to anyone unless I have a reason to be
But God forbid, if they ever had a buzz, or a
Then I feel like we are equal, and these dudes always want a feature for
I try to network and help 'em out, I gave 'em a tweet
But I'm starting to wonder if the was on the other foot
Would these motherfuckers do the 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 are like it's too expensive just to pay me a G
And I'm to feel guilty
I'm known 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 thing as me but
difference is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs
So I getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, what is blatant to me
And I want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they makin' is tight
But image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and you're wasting your life
And it's all my fault...

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