Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

They've from stealing bikes to stealing lives
So many young hands, gripping stainless-steel
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, right, stitching them up
Everything revolves around the cut
Middle fingers up, fisticuffs, 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 before they even 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? They're born and tagged
Teacher can't them, I'm getting fucking bored of that
couldn't spell their name off the bat
I bet they can you where to score a quarter at

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

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

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

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

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

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