Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and death
A store in every corner in Atlanta
riding round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could really use some
everybody wants to be a rapper
About 2 years ago was a trapper
money is what everybodys after
Cos aint changed its a modern day disaster
Now these are my from me to you
Everything you do from shades to your shoes
your chains to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i would know i was on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
Imma the tables so you dont get defensive
Imma put my aside 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 just to fit in
Then i got Eastside on my skin
And i tried to get dreads but my was too big
But i was lost, i know who i was
What else was to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior at Columbia High
I out of High School 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 this day forth and
I could give a about the fame and fortune
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i the radio on, out comes crap
And if you make good music ok, but
On the radio that they play
Its easy to see we created a
Cos everybody wants to what they dont need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
That bullshit music so they can to live
The that im in is quite an interesting predicament i will admit
But you can on me cos im refusing to give in
Cos give you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about
Til you understand what we are
So we aint got to no more so we dont starve
I swear to God i you with every bar
We all got problems that to be solved
So while i got the mic imma speak my
And imma keep it til the day i fall