Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and death
A store in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing niggas in the
me whats wrong i could really use some answers
Nowadays everybody wants to be a
2 years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is everybodys after
Cos aint changed its a modern day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to shoes
your chains to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
Imma the tables so you dont get defensive
put my bullshit aside for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a grill it was the trend
Not because i it, i just wanted to fit in
Then i got Eastside tatted on my
And i tried to get dreads but my 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 when i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i aint like Bobby Ray cos i was
But you can me Bobby Ray from this day forth and
I could a damn about the fame and fortune
Honestly i even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out comes
And if you make good thats ok, but
On the that they 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
bullshit music so they can continue to live
The that im in is quite an interesting predicament i will admit
But you can count on me cos im refusing to in
Cos imma give you cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about
Til you thats 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 that need to be solved
So while i got the mic imma speak my
And imma it real til the day i fall