Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

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

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

2:]
I can conversation with rappers
I'm not an asshole to anyone I have a reason to be
But God forbid, if they had a buzz, or a name
Then I feel like we are equal, and these dudes want a feature for free
I try to network and 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet
But I'm starting to wonder if the shoe was on the other
Would these motherfuckers do the same for me?
But, on the other hand, people 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 known as the guy who never quit and never gave up his
So I'm watching dudes tell me that I gave 'em
Not to quit and they try and do the same thing as me but
Only difference is, I spent plus years studying my favorite MCs
So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, hear it, what is blatant to me
And I don't want to 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 tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel kinda immature, typing my thoughts
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 hate whack rappers for the most part
Even though I rap fast, I don't when people try to impress me with double-time
And be swearing that they go so hard
They don't even say shit
Anyone can rhyme, that drinking and synching
The song I'm making, figures dope, it ain't about the speed
You gotta it make sense
And did I mention that I really fake fans?
I don't understand how one minute, everyone could be on your and they say you hot
A year later, the same fan steady be shit 'bout the rapper, actin' like they forgot
That's how the works
First they love you, they hate you, then they love you again, you gotta toughen your skin
This shit hurts
This music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on
that I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw)
I don't rap that, I don't hang around white boys who act like that
I done too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad
At the world, even I really have my back when I rap it's like... damn