Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

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