Luyện nghe bài hát Trevor an' Them

Now there's one in my hood off or some shit
the years it's been the epicenter for a lot of dumb shit
Let me tell you about this one trip to the
On the mornin' tip some time 'round four
I was standing by the readin' a Maxim
I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him
To empty out the register (Nah can't be Trevor)
Excuse me, T-Bone from the neighborhood gang
Who if his head screwed on he would lose his brain
He was two other dudes, never knew their 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 recognized me and I 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 motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?"
Nevermind, I turned gave the deuce
Walkin' to the car feelin like Q in
Remember when he went in the bar and Blizzard let him
Anyway here comes nigga running, big bag of money
He in ride, I said "You God damn dummy
They got yo ass on tape" ("But didn't see my face.")
"Well got my car and my fuckin license plate
Man get the fuck on" ("Murs why you hate?")
"Hate nor got shit to do with this
You better run for the fives come this bitch
You you got two strikes, you better use them new Nikes
To dodge all them lights" He looked and said ("You right.")
Then he bolted up the
Once he my slight I gave a sigh of relief
But that was before I peeped, this dumb motherfucker
Left the bag full of money sitting right there on my seat