Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A store in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing 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
money is what everybodys after
Cos slavery aint changed its a modern day
Now these are my words me to you
Everything you do your shades to your shoes
From your chains to coupe came from the two
Trust me i would i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me get your attention
Imma the tables so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
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 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 to do besides 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 day forth and
I give a damn about the fame and fortune
Honestly i dont even to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out crap
And if you make music thats ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear they dont need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
bullshit music so they can continue to live
The position that im in is an interesting 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 about stars
Til you thats what we are
So we aint got to no more so we dont starve
I swear to God i love you every bar
We all got problems need to be solved
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And imma it real til the day i fall