Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

[Verse 1 -
Self, self-pity, self-self
Why the fuck is everybody giddy?
I woke up and felt
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
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 thinking too much wondering what 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 buy my record
And if my second doesn't sell than the last
I'mma owe the label cash
So it's to relax and write raps
I be losing concentration
I look at what they sayin'
Somebody unfollow me and call me out cause I respond
I'm on my dead-line, and I got a home life
To ain't no free-time
My manager callin' up, "what you got another deep
What is it time, your lady, or struggle trying to be something?"
Not in the mood to write a weed
I'm giving myself a mental beat-down when I rap

[Chorus -
I'm my own worst the energy I have's 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 I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case

2:]
I can conversation with rappers
I'm not an asshole to anyone 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 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet
But I'm starting to wonder if the was on the other foot
these motherfuckers 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 are like 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 that I gave 'em
Not to quit and gon' try and do the same 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 want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they makin' is tight
But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and you're 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 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 that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most
Even though I rap fast, I don't when people try to impress me with double-time
And they be that they go so hard
They don't really say shit
Anyone can rhyme, thinking that drinking and
The song I'm making, them figures dope, it ain't about the
You gotta make it sense
And did I that 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 shit 'bout the rapper, actin' like they forgot
That's how the works
First love you, then they hate you, then they 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 don't rap like that, I 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 I rap it's like... damn