Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

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

[Chorus -
I'm my own worst enemy the energy I a waste
Cause I use it myself cause I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case
Lookin' at this glass of whiskey, I would pass away
But I'm always wishing for the 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 with 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
Then I feel like we are equal, and these dudes always want a for free
I try to network and help 'em out, I gave 'em a tweet
But I'm starting to wonder if the shoe was on the foot
Would motherfuckers do the same favor for me?
But, on the other hand, people I'm all famous
I ain't as paid as you think, when I 'em the price is
To get me on a record they are like it's too just to pay me a G
And I'm starting to feel
Cause I'm known as the guy who quit and never gave up his dreams
So I'm dudes tell me that I gave 'em motivation
Not to quit and they gon' try and do the thing as me but
Only is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs
So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, is blatant 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 to give up, and you're wasting your life
And all my fault... damn

3:]
They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I kinda immature, typing my thoughts online
Plus some fans that I got would probably hate me if they knew what type of shit crossed my mind
I hate rap
Let me take that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most
Even I rap fast, I don't like when people try to impress me with double-time
And they be swearing that they go so
They really even say shit
Anyone can rhyme, that drinking and synching
The song I'm making, them figures dope, it ain't the speed
You gotta make it make
And did I mention I really hate fake fans?
I don't understand how one minute, everyone be on your dick and they say you hot
A year later, the same fan steady be talkin' shit 'bout the rapper, actin' they forgot
how the shit works
First they love you, then they hate you, then love you again, you gotta toughen your skin
kinda shit hurts
This music is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube
that 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, even I don't really have my back when I rap like... damn