Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Apples

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

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

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

They say one bad can spoil a whole bunch
if, all you had was bad apples for lunch
What if, all you had was you can touch
What if, before you had a dream you 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 baby
And he asking 'What the fuck are you for?'
Where are their mothers? (huh) Where are their (huh)
Here are coming all that fucking drama bruh
you fix him there is another one
And the tenfold and they are learning tricks younger 'cause
What you want ain't what you get
Sometimes you get is a kick to the head
I guess you can chalk it up to 'cause and
But the core is all and they've got to be fed

They're growing up fast, are growing up tough
giving 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

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