Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and death
A liqueur store in every in Atlanta
Cops riding tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could use some answers
everybody wants to be a rapper
About 2 years ago everybody was a
money is what everybodys after
Cos slavery aint its a modern day disaster
Now these are my from me to you
Everything you do your shades to your shoes
From your chains to coupe came from the two
Trust me i would i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get your
Imma the tables so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit for a second
Cos i be fake, cos God wont 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 tried to get but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i know who i was
else was there to do besides look like 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 Bobby Ray cos i was
But you can call me Ray from this day forth and
I give a damn about the fame and fortune
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out crap
And if you good music thats ok, but
On the radio that dont play
Its to see we created a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what dont need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
That bullshit music so they can continue to
The position that im in is quite an interesting i will admit
But you can count on me cos im to give in
Cos imma you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap aliens and sing about stars
Til you understand what we are
So we aint got to no more so we dont starve
I to God i love you with every bar
We all got problems need to be solved
So while i got the mic speak my thoughts
And imma keep it til the day i fall