Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and death
A liqueur store in every corner in
riding round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i really use some answers
everybody wants to be a rapper
About 2 years ago everybody was a
Obviously money is what everybodys
Cos aint changed its a modern day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to your
From your to your coupe came from the two
me i would know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me get your attention
turn the tables so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit 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 Eastside tatted on my
And i to get dreads but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i aint who i was
else was there 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 aint like Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from day forth and
I could give a damn about the fame and
Honestly i even listen to rap
Cos i turn the radio on, out comes crap
And if you make good music ok, but
On the radio that they dont
Its to see we created a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear they dont need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to 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 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 got to struggle no more so we dont starve
I swear to God i you with every bar
We all got that need to be solved
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And imma it real til the day i fall