Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and death
A liqueur store in every in Atlanta
Cops round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could really use some
everybody wants to be a rapper
About 2 years ago everybody was a
Obviously money is what after
Cos slavery aint changed its a modern day
Now these are my words me to you
you do from your shades to your shoes
From your chains to coupe came from the two
me i would know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me get your attention
Imma turn the tables so you get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a grill because it was the
Not because i liked it, i just to fit in
Then i got Eastside on my skin
And i to get dreads but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i aint who i was
What else was there to do look like a thug
So in my year at Columbia High
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 me Bobby Ray from this day forth and
I could give a damn about the and fortune
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out crap
And if you make good music ok, but
On the radio 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
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 to give in
Cos imma you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about and sing about stars
Til you understand what we are
So we aint got to struggle no more so we dont
I swear to God i love you every bar
We all got problems need to be solved
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And imma keep it real til the day i