Luyện nghe bài hát Generation Lost

Skulls and and death bandanas
A store in every corner in Atlanta
riding round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me whats i could really use some answers
Nowadays everybody to be a rapper
About 2 years ago everybody was a
Obviously is what everybodys after
Cos slavery aint changed its a day disaster
Now these are my words 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 attention
Imma turn the so you dont get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a
Cos i cant be fake, cos God let me
I used to wear a grill it was the trend
Not i liked it, i just wanted to fit in
Then i got Eastside 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 to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior year at 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 about the fame and fortune
i dont even listen to rap
Cos when i turn the radio on, out comes
And if you good music thats ok, but
On the that they dont play
Its easy to see we a beast
Cos wants to hear what they dont need
And now all the got a stoller to give you
That bullshit music so can continue 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 cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
Til you understand thats we are
So we aint got to struggle no more so we starve
I swear to God i love you every bar
We all got problems need to be solved
So i got the mic imma speak my thoughts
And imma keep it real til the day i