Luyện nghe bài hát The Hard Road

Going down the hard road, don't know where I've
going down, going down the hard road
Don't where I've been

Growing up, I needed a guide a blind veteran's dog
'Cause I was going nowhere a child's letters to God
life's road was hard, I was never so lost
That I for an answer in a medicine box

I never did pop pills or cop deals, just rocked
Kids with skills still got by the cops till
They'd have me in the back of a paddy, to lock up
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would up

And bail me out, a out once again
Next weekend, me out, drunk again
And I never will myself
For you through all that hell

I went high school dropout to factory laborer
Slave to the clock until four, from sleeping on the floor
To being on tour, now no stopping me
I'll finish with a bang Kurt Cobain's biography

Going down the hard road, the hard road
Don't know where I've been and don't know to go its like
Going down the hard road, down the hard
Don't where I've been

I spent my like life was cheap
The only that I wanted, was enough to buy a drink
Was on a nowhere, the harder the road
The more broken baggage we carry, the larger the

This school drop out got knocked out, by the cops out
Got clout, dumped by my and locked out
broke and beaten, even chocked at being
A dope MC but never hope in dreaming

We used to thrash boosted till the engine would fail
If I never had bailed, I'd be or in jail
And man I got no one else to
I my family and music for keeping me sane

But that's the breaks, right? Started working nights
Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a might
And I've done too many years to miss this for my
To to tell my son he nearly never existed

Going down the road, down the hard road
Don't know where I've been and don't know to go its like
Going down the hard road, down the hard
Don't know I've been

Dj Debris, c'mon and break it like

And I speak what I feel in the booth, in the of truth
'Cause all these kids that I meet, man, mirror my youth
And I could gone the wrong way, the easy option
But I chose to go the way, the streets are watching

So a look out, look up, B ballers keep your hook up
Tear a page from my book out and out
Your finger, put your foot out and a lookout
For what we put out, the new flavor for your cookout

Going the hard road, down the hard road
Don't know where been and don't know where to go its like
Going down the hard road, down the hard
know where I've been

I'm round in circles, came here to find a friend
For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my
For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my
For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my

For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my
For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my
For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my
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