Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur store in every corner in
Cops riding round tossing in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i could really use answers
everybody wants to be a rapper
About 2 years ago everybody was a
money 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 shoes
From your to your coupe came from the two
me i would know i was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get your
Imma the tables so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit for a second
Cos i be fake, cos God wont let me
I used to wear a because it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i just to fit in
i got Eastside tatted on my skin
And i tried to get but my hair was too big
But i was lost, i aint who i was
What else was there to do look like a thug
So in my year at Columbia High
I dropped out of High when i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i aint like Bobby Ray cos i was
But you can call me Bobby Ray from day forth and
I could a damn about the fame and fortune
Honestly i dont listen to rap
Cos when i turn the on, out comes crap
And if you make good thats ok, but
On the that 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 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 what we are
So we aint got to struggle no more so we starve
I swear to God i love you with bar
We all got problems need to be solved
So while i got the mic speak my thoughts
And keep it real til the day i fall