Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur store in every corner in
Cops riding round niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats i could really use some answers
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
About 2 ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is what everybodys
Cos slavery aint changed its a day disaster
Now these are my words me to you
Everything you do from shades to your shoes
From your chains to your came from the two
Trust me i would i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
Imma turn the tables so you get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
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 Eastside 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 like a
So in my senior year at Columbia
I out of High School 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 day forth and
I could give a damn about the fame and
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i the radio on, out comes crap
And if you make good music ok, but
On the radio that they play
Its easy to see we created a
Cos everybody wants to hear they dont need
And now all the rappers got a to give you
That bullshit music so can continue to live
The position that im in is an interesting predicament i will admit
But you can count on me cos im to give in
Cos imma give you music cos we it to exist, bitch
So play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
Til you understand what we are
So we got to struggle no more so we dont starve
I to God i love you with every bar
We all got that need to be solved
So while i got the mic imma speak my
And keep it real til the day i fall