Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur store in every in Atlanta
riding round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i really use some answers
Nowadays wants to be a rapper
About 2 ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously is what everybodys after
Cos aint changed its a modern day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
you do from your shades to your shoes
From your to your coupe came from the two
me i would know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
turn the tables so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a because it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i 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 aint who i was
What else was there to do look like 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 aint like Bobby Ray cos i was
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day and
I could give a damn about the fame and
Honestly i even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out comes
And if you make good thats ok, but
On the radio they dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody to hear what they dont need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
That bullshit so they can continue to live
The position that im in is quite an predicament i will admit
But you can on me cos im refusing to give in
Cos give you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about and sing about stars
Til you understand what 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 that need to be solved
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And imma keep it til the day i fall