Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur store in every corner in
riding 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 everybody was a
Obviously money is what everybodys
Cos slavery changed its a modern day disaster
Now these are my words me to you
Everything you do from shades to your shoes
From chains to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get your
Imma turn the tables so you get defensive
put my bullshit aside for a second
Cos i be fake, cos God wont let me
I used to wear a because it was the trend
Not because i it, i just wanted to fit in
Then i got Eastside tatted on my
And i tried to get but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i aint who i was
What else was there to do besides like a thug
So in my senior year at High
I dropped out of School when i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i aint like Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day and
I could give a damn about the fame and
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i the radio on, out comes crap
And if you good music thats ok, but
On the radio that they play
Its to see we created a beast
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 position im in is quite an interesting predicament i will admit
But you can on me cos im refusing to give in
Cos imma give you music cos we it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing stars
Til you understand what we are
So we aint got to struggle no so we dont starve
I swear to God i love you every bar
We all got problems that need to be
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And imma keep it real til the day i