Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A liqueur in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could really use some
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
2 years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is everybodys after
Cos aint changed its a modern day disaster
Now these are my words me to you
you do from your shades to your shoes
From chains to your coupe came from the two
me i would know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get your
Imma turn the tables so you get defensive
Imma put my aside 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
i got Eastside tatted on my skin
And i to get dreads but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i know who i was
What else was there to do besides look a thug
So in my senior year at High
I out of High School when i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i aint like Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from day forth and
I could give a damn about the fame and
Honestly i dont even to rap
Cos when i turn the on, out comes crap
And if you make good thats ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear they dont need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
That bullshit music so 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 imma my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
Til you understand thats we are
So we aint got to struggle no so we dont starve
I swear to God i love you every bar
We all got problems that to be solved
So while i got the mic speak my thoughts
And imma keep it til the day i fall