Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A store in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing in the slammer
Tell me whats i could really use some answers
everybody 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
Everything you do from shades to your shoes
From chains to your coupe came from the two
me i would know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get your
Imma turn the tables so you dont get
put my bullshit aside for a second
Cos i be fake, cos God wont let me
I used to wear a grill it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i just to fit in
i got Eastside tatted on my skin
And i tried to get dreads but my was too big
But i was lost, i aint who i was
What else was there to do besides look like a
So in my senior year at High
I out of High School when 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 about the fame and
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 play
Its easy to see we created a
Cos everybody wants to what they dont need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
bullshit music so they can continue to live
The that 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 and sing about stars
Til you thats what we are
So we aint got to struggle no so we dont starve
I swear to God i you with every bar
We all got that need to be solved
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And imma it real til the day i fall