Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A liqueur in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could use some answers
Nowadays wants to be a rapper
2 years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is everybodys after
Cos slavery aint changed its a day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do your shades to your shoes
From your chains to your came from the two
Trust me i would i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get your
Imma turn the tables so you dont get
Imma put my aside for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a because it was the trend
Not i liked it, i just wanted 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 like a thug
So in my senior year at Columbia
I dropped out of High School i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i like Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from day forth and
I could give a damn the fame and fortune
Honestly i even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the on, out comes crap
And if you make music thats ok, but
On the radio that they play
Its easy to see we created a
Cos everybody wants to hear what they need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
That bullshit so they can continue to live
The position that im in is quite an interesting i will admit
But you can on me cos im refusing to give in
Cos give you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing stars
Til you thats what we are
So we aint got to struggle no more so we starve
I swear to God i love you with bar
We all got problems that to be solved
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And imma keep it til the day i fall