Luyện nghe bài hát Edge of Destruction

[Tech 1]
Im humble because I know it feels like to be at the bottom and have nobody
No Fans, no
believing in ya
Now at Me
I was down on the ground with
Some in my town my sound was a hobby
Now that Im theyre astounded and oddly
try and come around now Im somebody
Middle in the air
a hope and a prayer
I this
Never had no money then my hit
That was a get up and nigga starter kit
to spit, bars to get, at stars when its, not marketed
Youre far from it, dark and your quit
Really barking, you wishing for the spark to get in your art a bit
But they doubted me cause Im like em, never knew how to be
Stylistically foul, and hes proud to be and hes
Thinking now is to get the crowd shouting
Now people him, its wow peep his salary
Way back when I was defeated
When inspiration, motivation, was
At the pace to be great, exceeded
All of expectations you fakers can eat it
This my world, my game
All the shit is coming out of my brain
This is my girl, music is my
If you can get it I'mma keep it P.I.
Why not share the
that I
Would get the people me and wouldn't dare to buy your shit
Try to told ya before my flow sick
Milli sold on the road with my clique
listen in to witness
Tech's
In the with MGK
sex twirling
to the top
Never did
Now we got it its fuck the world
The haters in the
On my ass
come around like my ex-girlfriends

For the I, Gooo
For that I, Gooo
To the top I,
fuck the world (fuck the world)
Screaming mother fuck the
Fuck the (fuck the world)
Screaming mother the world
And real
How I feel twenty-four-seven in a city the weak men die
Doing we gotta do to survive
to the sky
Middle finger up
Scream fuck the (fuck the world)
mother fuck the world
Fuck the (fuck the world)
Screaming mother fuck the

2]
I remember I would rather die
Than go what I was going through when I was struggling to survive
of ambition and Im ready to ride
No over triumph and I am a Lion I gotta try
Full of drama, I was feeling like a
Fiending for the again, I was living in disgust
Doing odd
Everybody me
to work, back in forth, on the bus
Yeah, I was up
But I got it together for
Spit lyrics cause I was ready to ball
Started Po Pimpin on everybody and motherfuckers that want to get in my circle I tell em naw
Cause I got to get money up in my anatomy, naturally, and I gotta be gradually happy to
At somebody when they speak and they might be on bullshit
So sometimes its, fuck em I dont even
And who knows whats but three angels chasing dreams
Hailing from the Mid-West, as we our wings
All of us striving to surf the summit
Creating us a vision that be stunning
When we come to and your city and do a show
You would get to see everybody miles come running
for Machine Gun Kelly
And Tech and Twista get it in better bring something smelly
We could it to another level, wherever you wanna go, everybody put they hands up Im ready
Come on and get let loose
Celebrate the fact you made it and let me see you get buck
You done been through shit
But you did it cause you had the to throw the middle finger up

3]
From the back
To the packed
On the block, from the cops, like athletes
would've imagined lace up
Could've got me to the like track meets
And when everybodys hot, Im heat
And if I dont need the fuel, gas me
Its a long time coming
Since 100 and running
Mother come catch me
And while these rappers pen and pad it
I was 13, with a
Anything we ever wanted then u we gotta have it
Dont nobody snitch, get pinched? You forget like magic
Kids carry like go-go gadget
Leaving high to an open casket
Now another baby in the stomach of his babys mother nevers know his daddy

Whys the government lie to get money?
Whys the reserve gotta take from me?
Why we even fighting for another
Have u seen my city fucker we hungry!
Representing for the middle of the map even though me and mine are coming from the
Why do all fall when it isn't autumn?
Where Pac be at if nobody would've shot him?
Do u really think the Notorious Big believe these guys?
All these internet thugs that the the finds
You wanna about grind
Look in encyclopedia name is in it I bet u see mine
fucker this Kells
Skinny boy six three
Heart than an SUV
Lord knows I through hell and back
Ducking jail and
And still I out on t-o-p
This is for the kid who had a father figure to depend on
Spending every day being sent home
Feeling like he doesn't anybody
Because the only he ever had on him was his headphones
So he picks a
And he turns on
morning just to get him through the day
Looking for an
In the in the bass
Thats the of MGK