Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A liqueur store in every in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing niggas in the
Tell me whats i could really use some answers
Nowadays wants to be a rapper
2 years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is what after
Cos aint changed its a modern day disaster
Now these are my from me to you
Everything you do from your to your shoes
From your chains to your coupe from the two
me i would know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
Imma turn the tables so you get defensive
put my bullshit aside for a second
Cos i be fake, cos God wont let me
I used to a grill because it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i wanted to fit in
Then i got Eastside tatted on my
And i tried to get but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i know who i was
What else was there to do besides look like a
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 Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from day forth and
I could give a damn about the and fortune
Honestly i dont listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out crap
And if you good music thats ok, but
On the radio that they dont
Its to see we created a beast
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 position that im in is quite an predicament i will admit
But you can on me cos im refusing to give in
Cos imma you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about
Til you understand thats we are
So we aint got to struggle no so we dont starve
I to God i love you with every bar
We all got problems that need to be
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And imma keep it til the day i fall