Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and bandanas
A liqueur store in corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could use some answers
Nowadays wants to be a rapper
2 years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is everybodys after
Cos slavery aint changed its a modern day
Now these are my from me to you
Everything you do from your to your shoes
From your chains to coupe came from the two
Trust me i know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me get your attention
Imma turn the tables so you dont get
Imma put my aside 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 tried to get dreads but my was too big
But i was lost, i know who i was
What else was there to do look like 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 like Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day and
I could a damn about the fame and fortune
Honestly i even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out crap
And if you make good thats ok, but
On the radio that they dont
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what they 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 quite an interesting i will admit
But you can count on me cos im refusing to in
Cos imma you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
Til you understand thats we are
So we got to struggle no more 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 speak my
And imma it real til the day i fall