Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and death
A liqueur store in every in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing in the slammer
Tell me whats i could really use some answers
Nowadays wants to be a rapper
About 2 ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously is what everybodys after
Cos slavery aint changed its a day disaster
Now these are my from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to 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 so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I to wear a grill 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 aint who i was
What else was there to do besides like a thug
So in my year at Columbia High
I dropped out of High when 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 could give a damn about the fame and
Honestly i dont listen to rap
Cos when i turn the on, out comes crap
And if you good music thats ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos wants to hear what they dont need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
That bullshit music so they can continue to
The position that im in is quite an interesting predicament i admit
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 thats what we are
So we aint got to struggle no so we dont starve
I swear to God i love you every bar
We all got that need to be solved
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And imma keep it real til the day i