Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing niggas in the
Tell me whats wrong i could really use some
everybody wants to be a rapper
About 2 years ago everybody was a
Obviously money is what everybodys
Cos slavery changed its a modern day disaster
Now these are my words me to you
Everything you do from shades to your shoes
From your chains to your coupe came the two
me i would know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get your
Imma turn the so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a grill it was the trend
Not because i it, i just wanted to fit in
Then i got tatted on my skin
And i tried to get dreads but my was too big
But i was lost, i aint who i was
What else was there to do besides look a thug
So in my senior year at High
I dropped out of High when i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i like Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day and
I could give a damn about the fame and
Honestly i dont listen to rap
Cos when i the radio on, out comes crap
And if you make good music ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its easy to see we created a
Cos everybody wants to what they dont need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
bullshit music so they can continue to live
The position im in is quite an interesting predicament i will admit
But you can count on me cos im refusing to in
Cos give you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
Til you thats what we are
So we aint got to struggle no so we dont starve
I swear to God i you with every bar
We all got that need to be solved
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And imma keep it real til the day i