Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur store in every corner in
Cops riding round niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could really use answers
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
About 2 years ago was a trapper
money is what everybodys after
Cos slavery aint changed its a modern day
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to shoes
From your to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me get your attention
turn the tables so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a because it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i just 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 know who i was
What was there to do besides look like 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 like Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can me Bobby Ray from this day forth and
I could give a about the fame and fortune
Honestly i dont even to rap
Cos when i turn the on, out comes crap
And if you make music thats ok, but
On the radio that dont play
Its to see we created a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what they need
And now all the rappers got a to give you
That bullshit music so can continue to live
The position that im in is quite an predicament i will admit
But you can count on me cos im to give in
Cos imma give you music cos we it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap aliens and sing about stars
Til you thats 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 that to be solved
So while i got the mic imma speak my
And imma keep it til the day i fall