Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

[Verse 1 -
Self, self-pity, pity
Why the fuck is everybody giddy?
I woke up and felt
Matter fact I've felt the all week
Let on my last album on the shelf sitting
And I think I need, help getting out of bed
Cause I'm here and I keep, spinning on a
I'm my own worst critic, and I gotta write a
But I keep hating on my self, it's like I get
Cause I what 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 afraid I might
Let 'em down if what I make relate to them right
If it don't, then they ain't gonna buy my
And if my second doesn't sell better than the
owe the record label cash
So it's to relax and write raps
I be losing concentration
I at what they sayin' online
Somebody unfollow me and 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 another song?
What is it this time, your lady, or trying to be something?"
Not in the to write a weed song
I'm sitting giving a mental beat-down when I rap

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

2:]
I can conversation with rappers
I'm not an asshole to anyone unless I a reason to be
But God forbid, if they ever had a buzz, or a
Then I feel like we are equal, and dudes always want a feature for free
I try to network and help 'em out, I just 'em a tweet
But I'm starting to wonder if the was on the other foot
Would these motherfuckers do the same for me?
But, on the other hand, people I'm all famous
I ain't as paid as you think, I tell 'em the price is
To get me on a record they are like 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 me that I gave 'em motivation
Not to quit and gon' try and do the same thing as me but
Only difference is, I fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs
So I kept better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, what is blatant to me
And I don't want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they is tight
But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and you're wasting your
And all my fault... damn

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