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
me whats wrong i could really use some answers
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
2 years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously is what everybodys after
Cos slavery aint changed its a modern day
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do from shades to your shoes
From your chains to your coupe came the two
Trust me i would know i was on the two
Ok, now let me just get attention
Imma turn the tables so you get defensive
Imma put my aside for a second
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I to wear a grill because it was the trend
Not because i it, i just wanted to fit in
Then i got tatted on my skin
And i to get dreads but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i know who i was
else was there to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior year at Columbia
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
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out comes
And if you make music thats ok, but
On the radio they dont play
Its to see we created a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what they need
And now all the rappers got a to give you
That bullshit music so they can continue to
The position that im in is quite an interesting predicament i admit
But you can on me cos im refusing to give in
Cos give you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing stars
Til you thats what we are
So we aint got to no more 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