Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

[Verse 1 -
Self, self-pity, pity
Why the is everybody else giddy?
I woke up and felt
Matter I've felt the same all week
Let down on my last on the shelf sitting
And I think I need, help getting out of bed
Cause I'm here and I keep, spinning on a
I'm my own worst critic, and I write a album
But I keep hating on my self, like I get obsessed
Cause I hate what I write, say-say something
I be too much wondering what they gonna like
I don't got a lot of fans, I'm afraid I might
Let 'em down if I make don't relate to them right
If it don't, then ain't gonna buy my record
And if my second doesn't sell better the last
I'mma owe the record label
So it's hard to relax and raps
I be concentration sometimes
I look at they sayin' online
Somebody unfollow me and call me out I ain't respond
I'm on my dead-line, and I got a home life
To juggle no free-time
My manager callin' up, "what you got deep song?
is it this time, your lady, or struggle trying to be something?"
Not in the mood to write a song
I'm sitting myself a mental beat-down when I rap

- Rittz:]
I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a
Cause I use it battling myself I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket
Lookin' at this of whiskey, wishin' I would pass away
But I'm wishing for the worst cause I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case

2:]
I can have conversation with
I'm not an to anyone unless I have 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 always a feature for free
I try to network and help 'em out, I just 'em a tweet
But I'm to wonder if the shoe was on the other foot
Would these motherfuckers do the favor for me?
But, on the other hand, think 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 too expensive just to pay me a G
And I'm starting to feel
Cause I'm known as the guy who quit and never gave up his dreams
So I'm dudes tell 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 of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, what is blatant to me
And I don't to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music 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 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 that I got would probably hate me if they knew what type of shit crossed my mind
I hate rap
Let me take 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 they be swearing that they go so
They don't even say shit
can rhyme, thinking that drinking and synching
The song I'm making, them figures dope, it about the speed
You make 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 'bout the rapper, actin' they forgot
how the shit works
First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again, you toughen your skin
This shit hurts
music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube
Sayin' I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw)
I don't rap like that, I don't hang around boys who act like that
I said too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad
At the world, I don't really have my back when I rap it's like... damn