Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

[Verse 1 -
Self, self-pity, self-self
Why the is everybody else giddy?
I woke up and felt
Matter fact I've the same all week
Let down on my album on the shelf sitting
And I think I might need, help 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 they gonna
I got a lot of fans, I'm afraid that I might
Let 'em if what I make don't relate to them right
If it don't, then ain't gonna buy my record
And if my second sell better than the last
I'mma owe the label cash
So it's hard to relax and write
I be concentration sometimes
I look at what they sayin'
Somebody unfollow me and call me out cause I ain't
I'm behind on my dead-line, and I got a home
To ain't no free-time
My manager callin' up, "what you got another song?
What is it time, your lady, or struggle trying to be something?"
Not in the mood to a weed song
I'm sitting giving myself a beat-down when I rap

[Chorus -
I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a
I use it battling 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 pass
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 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 network and help 'em out, I just 'em a tweet
But I'm starting to if the shoe was on the other foot
these motherfuckers do the same favor for me?
But, on the hand, people think I'm all famous
I as paid as you think, when I tell 'em the price is
To get me on a record they are like it's too expensive 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 and they gon' try and do the same thing as me but
Only difference is, I fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs
So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, what is to me
And I want to hurt 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 all my fault... damn

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 that my mind
I hate rap
Let me take that back, I just whack rappers for the most part
Even though I rap fast, I don't like when people try to impress me with
And be swearing that they go so hard
They don't really even say
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 mention that I really hate fake
I don't understand how one minute, could be on your dick and they say you hot
A later, the same fan steady be talkin' shit 'bout the rapper, actin' like they forgot
That's how the shit
First they love you, then they hate you, they love you again, you gotta toughen your skin
kinda shit hurts
This music industry is dumb, dumber the comments on YouTube
Sayin' I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw)
I don't rap like that, I don't hang around white boys who act that
I done said too much, to snap, I'm mad
At the world, even I don't have my back when I rap it's like... damn