Luyện nghe bài hát Eyebrows Down

It ain't in these streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these
So please pay attention when you're coming
the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?

It ain't clean in streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, in these streets
So please pay attention when you're around
'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?

I'm still back for the first damn
So grab a hold of your seats I open your mind
And take you to when I dropped down from heaven
And I came out my moms and had a mic as my fucking
When I was three I was just a G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a MC
And at the age of nine I my first rhyme
Soon rapping became one of my favorite
Every where I went spitting and babbling
my ass, growing up then started traveling
From one to the next, Luda landed in the ATL
Where the pimps and the dwell
I made a tape, did and got exposure
And learning as my black ass got older
No matter what I just kept at my
I made but stayed sharper then a Ginsu blade

It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these
So please pay attention when coming around
'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?

It ain't clean in these streets, it's in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, in these streets
So pay attention when you're coming around
'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?

Age fourteen, my talent a beast outta cage
I would of won but disqualified for off stage
But I ain't care, cause this has started to open it's arms
When I was at Banneker High School fire alarms
So I get a crowd around me, make a name for my block
People told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to
Was when Big Nose John was my human beat box
We'd skip school, hit open and watch out for street cops
Now I'm known the town as that nigga that raps
the hills that made high to them G roll traps
And I was making demo's, perfecting the craft
And some said I make it, they would giggle and laugh
So I picked up a books by Donald Goins
Bout the business of this shit, how to a few coins
Before the age of eighteen, I was to make it
My bank read Disturbing The Peace, incorporated

It ain't clean in streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, in these streets
So pay attention when you're coming around
the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?

It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets
up, hats down, fiends in these streets
So please pay attention when you're coming
'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?

Age eighteen, I'm strugglin', to survive
But got a gig workin' for at 97.5
Now I'm rapping on the radio, increasing numbers
Still but alias was Cris Luva Luva
Late nights I'm in they studio and using tools
Me and Puma smoking weed and all of their rules
And I was krunk, all the big wigs was hearing my
But nobody did shit and was taking too long
So three went past, and I saved enough cash
To my own record label and put myself on blast
The album was independent, it was just for the
I sold a one thousand copies in my fuckin' week
Then on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand
All the record bite me, but I chose Def Jam
And the reason that I made it and I love the A-town
Was the block had its eye brows down, ya heard me?

It ain't clean in streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, in these streets
So pay attention when you're coming around
'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?

It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these
So please pay attention when coming around
'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?