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 felt the same all
Let down on my last on the shelf sitting
And I I might need, help getting 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 I write, say-say something tight
I be thinking too much wondering what gonna like
I don't got a lot of fans, I'm that I might
Let 'em down if what I make don't to them right
If it don't, then they gonna buy my record
And if my second doesn't sell better than the
I'mma owe the record cash
So hard to relax and write raps
I be losing concentration
I at what they sayin' online
unfollow me and call me out cause I ain't 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 deep song?
What is it this time, 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
I use it battling myself cause I'm a basket 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 pass away
But I'm always wishing for the worst cause I'm a basket
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket

2:]
I can have conversation with
I'm not an asshole to anyone 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 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 shoe was on the other
Would these motherfuckers do the favor for me?
But, on the other hand, 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 it's too expensive just to pay me a G
And I'm starting to feel
Cause I'm known as the guy who never and never gave up his dreams
So I'm watching tell me that I gave 'em motivation
Not to quit and gon' try and do the same thing as me but
Only is, I spent 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 don't want to hurt they feelings so I '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 kinda immature, my thoughts online
Plus some fans that I got would probably hate me if they knew what of shit that crossed 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 double-time
And they be swearing that go so hard
They don't even say shit
Anyone can rhyme, thinking that drinking and
The I'm making, them figures dope, it ain't about the speed
You gotta make it make
And did I mention that I really hate fake
I understand how one minute, everyone could be on your dick and they say you hot
A year later, the same fan steady be talkin' shit 'bout the rapper, 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
This music industry is dumb, than the comments on YouTube
that I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw)
I don't rap like that, I don't hang around boys who act like that
I done said too much, to snap, I'm mad
At the world, even I don't really have my back when I rap like... damn