Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round niggas in the slammer
Tell me wrong i could really use some answers
Nowadays wants to be a rapper
About 2 ago everybody was a trapper
money is what everybodys after
Cos slavery changed its a modern day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
you do from your shades to your shoes
From your chains to your came from the two
Trust me i 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 bullshit for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a grill it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i just 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 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 like 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 even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out crap
And if you make music thats ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what they need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
That bullshit music so they can to live
The position that im in is quite an interesting predicament i admit
But you can on me cos im refusing 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 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 need to be solved
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And imma keep it real til the day i