Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur in every corner in Atlanta
riding round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could use some answers
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
About 2 years ago was a trapper
Obviously money is what after
Cos slavery aint changed its a day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to your
From your chains to your coupe from the two
Trust me i would know i was on the two
Ok, now let me get your attention
Imma turn the so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
Cos i be fake, cos God wont let me
I used to wear a because it was the trend
Not i liked it, i just wanted to fit in
Then i got 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 to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior at Columbia 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 Ray from this day forth and
I could give a about the fame and fortune
Honestly i dont even to rap
Cos i turn the radio on, out comes crap
And if you good music thats ok, but
On the radio that dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what dont need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
bullshit music so they can continue to live
The position that im in is quite an interesting predicament i admit
But you can on me cos im refusing to give in
Cos imma give you music cos we need it to exist,
So play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
Til you understand thats we are
So we aint got to struggle no more so we starve
I to God i love you with every bar
We all got problems need to be solved
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And imma keep it real til the day i