Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur store in corner in Atlanta
Cops riding tossing niggas in the slammer
me whats wrong i could really use some answers
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
About 2 years ago was a trapper
Obviously is what everybodys after
Cos slavery aint changed its a modern day
Now these are my words me to you
Everything you do from your shades to your
From your chains to your coupe from the two
Trust me i know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
turn the tables so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to a grill because it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i just to fit in
Then i got 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 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 aint like Bobby Ray cos i was
But you can call me Bobby Ray this day forth and
I give a damn about the fame and fortune
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the on, out comes crap
And if you make good thats ok, but
On the radio that dont play
Its easy to see we created a
Cos everybody wants to hear what they dont
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
That music so they can continue to live
The position that im in is quite an interesting predicament i will
But you can count on me cos im refusing to 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 understand what we are
So we got to struggle no more so we dont starve
I swear to God i you with every bar
We all got problems that need to be
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And imma it real til the day i fall