Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and 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 wants to be a
2 years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is what everybodys
Cos slavery aint its a modern day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your to your shoes
From 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
turn 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 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 aint who i was
What was there to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior year at High
I dropped out of High when 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 this day and
I could give a damn about the and fortune
Honestly i even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the on, out comes crap
And if you make good music ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its to see we created a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what they need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
That bullshit music so they can continue to
The position that im in is quite an interesting i will admit
But you can count on me cos im to give in
Cos imma give you cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing stars
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 to be solved
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And imma keep it til the day i fall