Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur store in every in Atlanta
Cops round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i really use some answers
everybody wants 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 are my words from me to you
Everything you do your shades to your shoes
From chains to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i would know i was on the two
Ok, now let me get your attention
Imma turn the tables so you dont get
Imma put my bullshit for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to a grill because it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i just 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 there to do look like a thug
So in my year at Columbia High
I dropped out of High School when i got
B.o.B was the name, i aint Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day and
I could give a about the fame and fortune
Honestly i even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the on, out comes crap
And if you make good thats ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its easy to see we created a
Cos everybody to hear what they dont need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
That bullshit music so they can to live
The that im in is quite an interesting 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 my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
Til you thats what we are
So we got to struggle no more so we dont starve
I swear to God i you with every bar
We all got problems need to be solved
So while i got the mic speak my thoughts
And keep it real til the day i fall