down the hard road, down the hard road Don't know where I've been and don't know where to go its like Going down the hard road, down the hard road Don
Going down a hard road, down the hard road, Don?t know where I?ve been, and don?t know where to go its like, Going down a hard road, down the hard road
a hard road, down the hard road, Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like, Going down a hard road, down the hard road, Don't
번역: 언덕 후드. 하드로드.
[Intro: Spoken] "When people hear about some pyscho killer, it can lead them to thinking about the nature of people, which leads to thoughts about right
down a hard road, down the hard road, Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like, Going down a hard road, down the hard road, Don
Verse One ? Pressure In life, we struggle as individuals, A fine line between a cliche saying and something original, As if in death we left something
burn you Muppets, True rugged, blue blooded dignitary, Crews love it when we do something visionary, Move up never lose touch, living ready, This is the hard road
it?s on, I?m trying to do for rhyme what digital cameras did for porn, Born in a small town, die with a big mouth, Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the
enough to come up with a record Just ask the hoods, you really could suffer from the pressure You get it? It's hard to let me tell you, mad at this era
and we looked up to them like they were rockstars paint stained hands and fame like manson thats charls not marylin that city held to ransom cans and markers country road
down a hard road, down the hard road, Don?t know where I?ve been, and don?t know where to go its like, Going down a hard road, down the hard road, Don
by the rubbish that we pump in the street My foots always in my mouth they just can't stomach defeat I'm a master these until it's hard to breath It's Hilltop
[Verse 1: Suffa MC] Oh you sound like a bitch man nymphos in your clip and disco riffs man I'll you this ok it dont flip man its like OJ, little glove
lot pimping yeah.. you people know mys whos flows crazy and its so gravy it should come with a bowl of rice the MBS with the hilltop hoods making bboys
tribal yell til the vibe was felt Surviving hell and back man, on every track, man saliva spelt Hilltop, we hustled independently It's Obese, the muscle in the emblem We paved roads
