Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A liqueur in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing in the slammer
me whats wrong i could really use some answers
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
About 2 ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is what everybodys
Cos slavery changed its a modern day disaster
Now these are my words me to you
Everything you do from your shades to shoes
From your chains to your coupe came 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 get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
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 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 know who i was
What else was there to do look like a thug
So in my senior year at Columbia
I dropped out of High School when i got
B.o.B was the name, i aint Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Ray from this day forth and
I could give a about the fame and fortune
Honestly i dont listen to rap
Cos i turn the radio on, out comes crap
And if you good music thats ok, but
On the radio that they dont
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos everybody wants to hear what dont need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
That bullshit music so they can to live
The position that im in is quite an predicament i will admit
But you can count on me cos im to give in
Cos imma give you music cos we it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap aliens and sing about stars
Til you thats what we are
So we aint got to struggle no more so we dont
I swear to God i you with every bar
We all got that need to be solved
So while i got the mic imma my thoughts
And imma keep it real til the day i