Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A store in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could really use some
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
About 2 years ago everybody was a
Obviously money is everybodys after
Cos slavery changed its a modern day disaster
Now these are my from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to shoes
your chains to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i would know i was on the two
Ok, now let me get your attention
Imma turn the tables so you dont get
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
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 look like a thug
So in my year at Columbia High
I out of High School when i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i aint Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day and
I could give a damn about the fame and
Honestly i dont even 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 wants to hear what they dont need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
That music so they can continue to live
The position that im in is quite an interesting predicament i admit
But you can on me cos im refusing to give in
Cos imma give you cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and about stars
Til you thats what we are
So we aint got to no more so we dont starve
I to God i love you with every bar
We all got that need to be solved
So while i got the mic speak my thoughts
And imma keep it til the day i fall