Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

[Verse 1 -
Self, self-pity, self-self
Why the fuck is everybody else
I woke up and felt
Matter I've felt the same all week
Let on my last album on the shelf sitting
And I think I might need, getting out of bed
Cause I'm here and I keep, on a thread
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 hate what I write, say-say tight
I be thinking too much wondering what gonna like
I got a lot of fans, I'm afraid that I might
Let 'em down if I make don't relate to them right
If it don't, they ain't gonna buy my record
And if my doesn't sell better than the last
owe the record label cash
So it's hard to and write raps
I be concentration sometimes
I look at what they sayin'
Somebody unfollow me and call me out I ain't respond
I'm behind on my dead-line, and I got a life
To ain't no free-time
My manager callin' up, "what you got another song?
What is it this time, lady, or struggle trying to be something?"
Not in the mood to write a weed
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 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, wishin' I would 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 basket

2:]
I can have conversation with
I'm not an asshole to anyone unless I 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 and help 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet
But I'm starting to wonder if the shoe was on the 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 they are like it's too expensive just to pay me a G
And I'm starting to guilty
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 fifteen plus years my favorite MCs
So I kept getting better some of 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 makin' is
But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and wasting your life
And all my fault... damn

3:]
They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel immature, typing my thoughts online
Plus some fans that I got would probably hate me if they knew what of shit that 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 like when people try to impress me with double-time
And they be swearing that go so hard
don't really even say shit
Anyone can rhyme, thinking drinking and synching
The song I'm making, them figures dope, it about the speed
You make it make sense
And did I mention that I really hate fake
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
how the shit works
First love you, then they hate you, then they love you again, you gotta toughen your skin
This shit hurts
music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube
Sayin' that I use the (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 don't have my back when I rap it's like... damn