Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A liqueur store in every corner in
Cops riding tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i really use some answers
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
About 2 years ago was a trapper
Obviously is what everybodys after
Cos slavery aint its a modern day disaster
Now these are my words me to you
Everything you do from your shades to your
From your to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i would i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
Imma turn the tables so you dont get
put my bullshit aside for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a grill because it was the
Not because i liked it, i 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 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 like Bobby 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 the radio on, out comes crap
And if you make good music ok, but
On the radio that dont play
Its easy to see we created a
Cos everybody to hear what they dont need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
That bullshit music so can continue to live
The position that im in is quite an interesting predicament i will
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 aliens and sing about stars
Til you understand thats we are
So we aint got to struggle no more so we dont
I to God i love you with every bar
We all got problems that need to be
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And imma keep it til the day i fall