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 less of a fuck
Sticking them up, left right, stitching up
Everything revolves getting the cut
fingers up, fisticuffs, pissing it up
Before the pen licence, in the cuffs
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 picture with all them pastels
But black and white, and the latter still sells
What kind of life is that? They're 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 where to score a at

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

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

say one bad apple can spoil a whole bunch
What if, all you had was bad for lunch
What if, all you had was what you can
What if, before you had a dream you were
weren't raised wrong, they weren't raised at all
You watched the break and the cradle fall
And now surprised that the baby talks
And he asking 'What the fuck are you for?'
are their mothers? (huh) Where are their fathers? (huh)
Here they are all that fucking drama bruh
Before you fix him is another one
And the problem's tenfold and they are learning tricks 'cause
What you want always what you get
Sometimes what you get is a to the head
I guess you can it up to 'cause and effect
But the is all rotten and they've 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 want something, you're giving it up

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

It worth it, who cursed it?
Point the fingers at the who birthed it
Brought to earth, a brand new
The same ones who called them all
They call them good for nothing, I them cousin
I call brother and sister, I still love them