Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

They've gone from stealing to stealing lives
So young hands, gripping stainless-steel knives
See the kid you don't like, they are him up
What's or what's right is giving less of a fuck
Sticking them up, left right, them up
Everything around getting the cut
Middle fingers up, fisticuffs, it up
Before the pen licence, fist in the
They don't use them to shelves, they use them to pack cells
Up in the system they even crack 12
You can paint a picture with all them pastels
But black and white, and the latter still sells
What kind of life is that? getting born and tagged
Teacher can't them, I'm getting fucking bored of that
They spell their name off the bat
I bet they can tell you to score a quarter at

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

They're growing up fast, are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they got as a pup
And if want something, you're giving it up

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

They're growing up fast, they are growing up
They're giving back everything they got as a pup
And if they want something, you're it up

They're growing up fast, they are up tough
They're giving back everything they got as a pup
And if want something, you're giving it up

It ain't worth it, who it?
the fingers at the ones who birthed it
Brought to earth, a new person
The same ones who them all worthless
call them good for nothing, I call them cousin
I them brother and sister, I still love them