Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

[Verse 1 -
Self, self-pity, pity
Why the fuck is everybody else
I woke up and felt
Matter fact I've felt the 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 gotta a album
But I keep hating on my self, like I get obsessed
Cause I hate what I write, something tight
I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna
I don't got a lot of fans, I'm that I might
Let 'em down if what I 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 hard to relax and write raps
I be losing sometimes
I look at what they sayin'
unfollow me and call me out cause I ain't 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 deep song?
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

- Rittz:]
I'm my own worst enemy the energy I a waste
Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a 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 cause 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 rappers
I'm not an asshole to unless I have a reason to be
But God forbid, if ever 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 to wonder if the shoe was on the other foot
Would motherfuckers do the same favor 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 it's too expensive 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 'em motivation
Not to quit and they gon' try and do the same as me but
Only difference is, I spent fifteen plus years my favorite MCs
So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, hear it, what is blatant to me
And I don't want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music that makin' is tight
But your image bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and you're wasting your life
And it's all my fault...

3:]
They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel immature, typing my thoughts online
Plus some fans 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 when people try to impress me 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 about the speed
You make it make sense
And did I mention that I really fake fans?
I understand how one minute, everyone 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 works
First they love you, then they hate you, they love you again, you gotta toughen your skin
This kinda shit
music 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 white boys who act like that
I done too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad
At the world, even I don't really have my back when I rap like... damn