Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

1 - Rittz:]
Self, self-pity, pity
Why the fuck is else giddy?
I up and felt shitty
Matter fact felt the same all week
Let down on my last album on the 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 gotta write a
But I keep hating on my self, it's like I get
Cause I hate what I write, say-say something
I be thinking too 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 them
If it don't, then they ain't buy my record
And if my doesn't sell better than the last
owe the record label cash
So it's hard to relax and write
I be concentration sometimes
I at what they sayin' online
Somebody unfollow me and call me out cause I respond
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 mental when I rap

- Rittz:]
I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a
Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket
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 basket
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case

2:]
I can have with rappers
I'm not an asshole to anyone unless I have a to be
But God forbid, if they had a buzz, or a name
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 gave 'em a
But I'm starting to if the shoe was on the other foot
Would these do the same favor for me?
But, on the other hand, people think I'm all
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 starting to guilty
Cause I'm known as the guy who never and never gave up his dreams
So I'm dudes tell 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 getting 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 that they makin' is tight
But your image 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 to tweet more, but I feel 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 that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most part
Even though I rap fast, I don't like people try to impress me with double-time
And be swearing that they go so hard
They don't really even say
Anyone can rhyme, thinking that drinking and
The I'm making, them figures dope, it ain't about the speed
You gotta it make sense
And did I mention 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 talkin' shit the rapper, actin' like they forgot
how the shit works
First they love you, then they you, then they love you again, you gotta toughen your skin
This kinda shit
This music industry is dumb, than the comments on YouTube
that I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw)
I rap like that, I don't 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 when I rap like... damn