Luyện nghe bài hát If You Got Love

{*Pete scratches various samples at the beginning*}
One]
I used to be a piece of shit I dropped it, (?) convict
Straight projects, prophets, the object
Hunger pains spit the beef out, I the teeth out
We Non Phixion, up in the club heaters out
No doubt, insanity the motive, I'm never
Body strapped with explosives, bat ya team poseurs
Teenybops rock Tachini tops and arm
like feds in posters, devils and brokers
I got a lot of love, but if you want hate, I got a lot of
You want crack? I got a lot of drugs, it's kinda
the way the world can make a righteous man savage
I try to be peaceful but the world prefer
And I'm a man, supply and demand
Make you feel like your fam get in a shootout and your man die in your hands
Most rap group, any question that I ask you
Thug be the to the question that's the truth

If you got love for mom - that's Non Phixion
If you got love for your dogs - Non Phixion
If you got for the Gods - that's Non Phixion
What? That's Non - What? That's Non Phixion
If you got love for your peice - Non Phixion
If you got love for your seeds - that's Non
If you got love for the streets - that's Non
What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non
[Verse
BK to Mount Vernon, non-stop
I lost a lot of people, I "Reminisce" with Pete
Gunnin through public housing, some brothers get out
I got love for my dawgs, now it's to break the fuck out
We pealed out, that's when I dumb out, on the hip
I don't kick bars, I spit scars, that I live
And all you platinum cats, I'm to run in ya fridge
We all about food, belly up, two in ya
Ain't a bid; nah I'd rather hang from a sheet
It's all son, prove and let my man speak
Truth is, you never know when your time to go
We all famous and we got files, lettin you

[Verse
Aiyyo I seen it all from what the truth should be to the truth is
I think America been tryin to kill me for two
But I'm still alive, arrive heavy surveillance
Eyes be some ol' cameras, platinum gangster anthems
the world wanna grab the magnum and BUST
All we got is us, our family's the one we trust
Chronic and coke, smoke spearmints, pyramids
Dope in the heroin syringe you hearin this
I'm like a death experience
I up your eyes and your minds to the lies they be givin us
If we don't them, they killin us
And I'm ready to die, but still can't kill the love

{*Pete Rock to end*}