Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur in every corner in Atlanta
riding round tossing niggas in the slammer
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 everybodys after
Cos slavery changed its a modern day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do your shades to your shoes
From your to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i would i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me get your attention
Imma turn the tables so you get defensive
Imma put my bullshit for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a grill it was the trend
Not i liked it, i just wanted to fit in
Then i got Eastside tatted on my
And i to get dreads but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i aint who i was
What else was to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior year at Columbia
I dropped out of High School 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 this day and
I could give a damn the fame and fortune
Honestly i even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the on, out comes crap
And if you make good thats ok, but
On the radio that they dont
Its to see we created a beast
Cos wants to hear what they dont need
And now all the rappers got a to give you
That bullshit 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 give you music cos we need it to exist,
So imma play my guitar, rap about and sing about stars
Til you thats what we are
So we aint got to struggle no so we dont starve
I swear to God i love you every bar
We all got problems that to be solved
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And keep it real til the day i fall