Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A liqueur in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could really use answers
everybody wants to be a rapper
About 2 years ago was a trapper
Obviously money is what after
Cos slavery aint changed its a day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to your
your chains to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
Imma turn the tables so you dont get
Imma put my bullshit for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a grill because it was the
Not i liked it, i just wanted to fit in
Then i got Eastside on my skin
And i to get dreads but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i know who i was
What else was there to do besides look a thug
So in my senior at Columbia High
I dropped out of 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 could give a damn about the fame and
Honestly i dont even to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out crap
And if you make good thats ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what they dont
And now all the rappers got a to give you
That music so they can continue 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 imma give you cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about and sing about stars
Til you understand what we are
So we got to struggle no more so we dont starve
I swear to God i love you with bar
We all got problems that need to be
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And keep it real til the day i fall