Luyện nghe bài hát Trevor an' Them

Now there's one in my off Pico or some shit
Through the it's been the epicenter for a lot of dumb shit
Let me tell you about one trip to the store
On the early mornin' tip some time 'round
I was by the magazines readin' a Maxim
When I heard a familiar to the the counter dude and ask him
To empty out the register (Nah that be Trevor)
Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood
Who if his head wasn't screwed on he would his brain
He was with two other dudes, never knew names
I thought great, it was time for me to
But as I headed to the door I heard a say ("Wait!")
When I turned around, he me and I knew it
I was about to leave, that's that nigga blew it
He lifted up his mask and said ("Hey Murs me Trevor.")
I said "You dumb motherfucker do you use brain, ever?"
Nevermind, I turned gave the deuce
Walkin' to the car feelin Q in Juice
Remember when he in the bar and Blizzard let him loose?
Anyway comes this nigga running, big bag of money
He hopped in ride, I said "You God damn
got yo ass on tape" ("But they didn't see my face.")
"Well they got my car and my license plate
Man get the on" ("Murs why you gotta hate?")
"Hate nor love got to do with this
You better run for the fives come this bitch
You know you got two strikes, you better use new Nikes
To dodge all them blue lights" He looked and ("You right.")
Then he up the street
Once he my slight I gave a sigh of relief
But that was right before I peeped, this dumb
the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat