Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

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

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

They're growing up fast, they are growing up
giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're 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 you can touch
What if, before you had a you were crushed
They weren't raised wrong, they raised at all
You watched the bowel and the cradle fall
And now you're surprised the baby talks
And he asking 'What the fuck are you for?'
Where are their (huh) Where are their fathers? (huh)
Here are coming all that fucking drama bruh
Before you fix him is another one
And the problem's tenfold and they are learning tricks younger
What you want ain't what you get
Sometimes what you get is a to the head
I you can chalk it up to 'cause and effect
But the is all rotten and they've got to be fed

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

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

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