Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A store in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round niggas in the slammer
me whats wrong i could really use some answers
Nowadays everybody wants to be a
About 2 years ago was a trapper
Obviously is what everybodys after
Cos aint changed its a modern day disaster
Now these are my from me to you
Everything you do from shades to your shoes
From your chains to your coupe from the two
me i would know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
Imma turn the tables so you dont get
Imma put my aside for a second
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 just to fit in
i got Eastside 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 besides look a thug
So in my senior year at Columbia
I dropped out of School when 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 could give a damn about the and fortune
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i the radio on, out comes crap
And if you make music thats ok, but
On the radio that they play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to what they 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 will
But you can count on me cos im to give in
Cos imma you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma 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 swear to God i you with every bar
We all got problems that to be solved
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And keep it real til the day i fall