Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur store in every corner in
Cops round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i really use some answers
everybody wants 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 these are my from me to you
you do from your shades to your shoes
From your chains to coupe came from the two
Trust me i would know i was on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
Imma turn the so you dont get defensive
Imma put my aside for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a grill it was the trend
Not i liked it, i just wanted to fit in
Then i got Eastside on my skin
And i tried to get but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i know who i was
else was there to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior year at Columbia
I dropped out of High when i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i aint like Bobby Ray cos i was
But you can me Bobby Ray from this day forth and
I could give a damn about the 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 they dont
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what they dont
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
bullshit music so they can continue to live
The position im in is quite an interesting predicament i will admit
But you can count on me cos im refusing to in
Cos imma give you 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 to God i love you with every bar
We all got that need to be solved
So while i got the mic speak my thoughts
And imma it real til the day i fall