Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A liqueur store in every in Atlanta
Cops round 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 money is what everybodys
Cos slavery changed its a modern day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to your
From your to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i would know i was on the two
Ok, now let me just get your
Imma turn the so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit for a second
Cos i be fake, cos God wont let me
I to wear a grill because it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i wanted 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 know who i was
else was there to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior year at Columbia
I dropped out of High 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 this day and
I could give a damn about the fame and
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out comes
And if you make music thats ok, but
On the radio they dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody to hear what they dont need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
That bullshit music so can continue to live
The position that im in is an interesting predicament i will admit
But you can count on me cos im 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 understand thats we are
So we aint got to struggle no more so we dont
I swear to God i love you every bar
We all got problems need to be solved
So while i got the mic imma speak my
And imma keep it real til the day i