Luyện nghe bài hát Edge of Destruction

[Tech 1]
Im humble because I know what it feels like to be at the bottom and have
No Fans, no
believing in ya
Now at Me
I was on the ground with nobody
Some in my town said my was a hobby
Now that Im crowned astounded and oddly
try and come around now Im somebody
Middle in the air
With a hope and a
I this
Never had no money my daughter hit
That was a get up and hustle nigga kit
Hard to spit, bars to get, at stars its, not marketed
Youre far from it, and your partner quit
Really barking, you wishing for the spark to get in your art a bit
But they doubted me Im nothing like em, never knew how to be
Stylistically foul, and hes to be wild and hes
Thinking now is time to get the crowd
Now people found him, its wow his salary
Way back I was feeling defeated
When inspiration, motivation, was
At the pace to be great, I've
All of expectations you fakers can eat it
my world, this my game
All the shit is coming out of my brain
This is my girl, is my dame
If you can get it I'mma it P.I. mane
Why not the pie?
that I
Would get the people me and wouldn't dare to buy your shit
Try to told ya before that my flow
Milli sold on the road with my clique
Everybody in to witness
Tech's
In the club MGK
sex twirling
to the top
Never did
Now we got it its fuck the world
The haters in the
On my ass
Wanna come around my ex-girlfriends

For the I, Gooo
For that I, Gooo
To the top I,
Screaming the world (fuck the world)
Screaming fuck the world
the world (fuck the world)
Screaming mother fuck the
And thats
How I feel in a city where the weak men die
Doing whatever we do to survive
to the sky
Middle up high
Scream the world (fuck the world)
mother fuck the world
Fuck the (fuck the world)
Screaming fuck the world

2]
I remember thinking I rather die
Than go what I was going through when I was struggling to survive
Full of and Im ready to ride
No tragedy over and I am a Lion I gotta try
of drama, I was feeling like a failure
Fiending for the industry again, I was in disgust
odd jobs
Everybody me
to work, back in forth, on the bus
Yeah, I was up
But I got it for yall
Spit venomous lyrics cause I was ready to
Started Po Pimpin on everybody and certain that want to get in my circle I tell em naw
Cause I got to get up in my anatomy, naturally, and I gotta be gradually happy to holla
At when they speak and they might be on that bullshit
So sometimes its, fuck em I dont even
And who whats next but three angels chasing dreams
Hailing the Mid-West, as we spread our wings
All of us striving to surf over the
Creating us a vision would be stunning
When we come to and your city and do a show
You would get to see everybody from miles running
Yelling for Machine Gun
And Tech N9ne and Twista get it in better bring smelly
We take it to another level, wherever you wanna go, everybody put they hands up Im ready
Come on and get wild let
Celebrate the fact that you it and let me see you get buck
You done been through some
But you did it you had the heart to throw the middle finger up

3]
From the streets
To the seats
On the block, running from the cops, like
Whoever would've lace up
Could've got me to the like track meets
And everybodys hot, Im past heat
And if I dont the fuel, dont gas me
Its a long time coming
Since 100 words and
Mother fucker come me
And while other rappers pen and pad it
I was 13, a semi-automatic
Anything we ever then u know we gotta have it
Dont ever snitch, get pinched? You forget like magic
carry tools like go-go gadget
Leaving high school to an casket
Now another baby in the stomach of his babys mother nevers gonna know his

Whys the government lie to get money?
Whys the federal reserve gotta from me?
Why we fighting for another country?
Have u seen my mother fucker we hungry!
for the middle of the map even though me and mine are coming from the bottom
Why do all greats fall it isn't autumn?
Where Pac be at if nobody would've shot him?
Do u really think the Big would believe these guys?
All these internet that the the media finds
You talk about grind
in encyclopedia what name is in it I bet u see mine
Mother this Kells
Skinny boy six foot
Heart bigger an SUV
Lord knows I through hell and back
jail and crack
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 know
Because the thing he ever had on him was his headphones
So he a song
And he turns on
Every just to get him through the day
for an escape
In the kick in the
Thats the of MGK