Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and crossbones and death
A liqueur in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats wrong i really use some answers
Nowadays wants to be a rapper
2 years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is what everybodys
Cos slavery aint its a modern day disaster
Now are my words from me to you
Everything you do from shades to your shoes
your chains to your coupe came from the two
Trust me i would know i was on the two
Ok, now let me just get your
Imma turn the tables so you dont get
Imma put my aside for a second
Cos i be fake, cos God wont let me
I used to wear a grill it was the trend
Not because i liked it, i wanted to fit in
Then i got Eastside 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 High
I dropped out of High School i got signed
B.o.B was the name, i aint Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray this day forth and
I could give a damn about the fame and
Honestly i dont even to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out crap
And if you make good music ok, but
On the radio they dont play
Its easy to see we created a
Cos everybody wants to hear what they need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to you
That bullshit music so they can to live
The that 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 it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about and sing about stars
Til you thats what we are
So we aint got to no more so we dont starve
I swear to God i you with every bar
We all got that need to be solved
So while i got the mic imma speak my
And imma keep it til the day i fall