Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and death
A liqueur store in corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could really use some
everybody wants to be a rapper
About 2 years ago everybody was a
money is what everybodys after
Cos slavery aint changed its a day disaster
Now these are my from me to you
Everything you do your 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 get your attention
Imma turn the tables so you get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
Cos i be fake, cos God wont let me
I used to a grill because it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i wanted to fit in
Then i got Eastside tatted on my
And i to get dreads but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i aint who i was
What else was to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior at Columbia High
I dropped out of High School i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i aint Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray this day forth and
I give a damn about the fame and fortune
Honestly i dont listen to rap
Cos when i the radio on, out comes crap
And if you good music thats ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what they need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
That music so they can continue to live
The that 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 play my guitar, rap about aliens and about stars
Til you understand what we are
So we aint got to struggle no so we dont starve
I swear to God i you with every bar
We all got problems that need to be
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And keep it real til the day i fall