Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

They've from stealing bikes to stealing lives
So many young hands, gripping knives
See the kid you like, they are messing him up
What's wrong or what's right is giving of a fuck
them up, left right, stitching them up
Everything revolves getting the cut
fingers up, fisticuffs, pissing it up
Before the pen licence, fist in the
They don't use them to pack shelves, use them to pack cells
Up in the system they even crack 12
You can paint a pretty picture with all them
But it's black and white, and the latter still
What kind of life is that? They're getting and tagged
Teacher can't reach them, I'm getting bored of that
They couldn't their name off the bat
I bet they can tell you to score a quarter at

They're growing up fast, they are growing up
They're back everything they never got as a pup
And if want something, you're giving it up

They're up fast, they are growing up tough
giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're it up

They say one bad apple can a whole bunch
What if, all you had was bad apples for
if, all you had was what you can touch
What if, before you had a dream you were
They weren't raised wrong, they weren't at all
You the bowel break and the cradle fall
And now you're surprised that the baby
And he asking the fuck are you staring for?'
are their mothers? (huh) Where are their fathers? (huh)
Here they are coming all that drama bruh
Before you fix him there is one
And the problem's tenfold and they are tricks younger 'cause
What you want always what you get
Sometimes you get is a kick to the head
I guess you can chalk it up to and effect
But the core is all rotten and got to be fed

They're up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything never got as a pup
And if they want something, giving it up

They're up fast, they are growing up tough
They're back everything they never got as a pup
And if want something, you're giving it up

It ain't it, who cursed it?
Point the at the ones who birthed it
to earth, a brand new person
The same who called them all worthless
They call them good for nothing, I call them
I call brother and sister, I still love them