Luyện nghe bài hát Basket Case

[Verse 1 -
Self, self-pity, self-self
Why the fuck is else giddy?
I woke up and felt
Matter fact I've felt the all week
Let on my last album on the shelf sitting
And I think I might need, help out of bed
Cause I'm and I keep, spinning on a thread
I'm my own worst critic, and I write a album
But I keep on my self, it's like I get obsessed
I hate what I write, say-say something tight
I be too much wondering what they gonna like
I got a lot of fans, I'm afraid 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 record label
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 I ain't respond
I'm behind on my dead-line, and I got a home
To juggle ain't no
My manager up, "what you got another deep song?
is it this time, your lady, or struggle trying to be something?"
Not in the mood to a weed song
I'm sitting giving a mental beat-down when I rap

[Chorus -
I'm my own enemy the energy I have's a waste
Cause I use it battling cause I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket
Lookin' at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I pass 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 basket

2:]
I can have with rappers
I'm not an asshole to anyone I have a reason to be
But God forbid, if they ever had a buzz, or a
Then I feel like we are equal, and these always want a feature for free
I try to network and help 'em out, I just gave 'em a
But I'm starting to wonder if the 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, when I tell 'em the is
To get me on a record 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 up his dreams
So I'm watching dudes tell me 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 better some of ain't got it, can't hear it, what is blatant 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 it's all my fault...

3:]
They tell me I need to tweet more, but I feel kinda immature, typing my thoughts online
Plus some fans that I got would probably hate me if they knew what type of shit that crossed my
Cause I rap
Let me take that back, I just hate whack rappers for the 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 even say shit
can rhyme, thinking that drinking and synching
The song I'm making, them dope, it ain't about the speed
You make it make sense
And did I that 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 be talkin' shit 'bout the rapper, actin' like they forgot
That's how the shit
they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again, you gotta toughen your skin
This shit hurts
This music industry is dumb, than the comments on YouTube
that I use the N-Word? (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