Luyện nghe bài hát The Hard Road

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

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

I did pop pills or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills still got harassed by the cops
They'd have me in the of a paddy, down to lock up
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would up

And me out, a failure out once again
Next weekend, bailed me out, drunk
And I never will myself
For putting you through all hell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dj Debris, c'mon and it down like

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

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

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

I'm walking round in circles, came here to find a
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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