Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind tricks, my mind playin tricks...

Uh! I give a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we call this the hit 'em up
Barely fifteen, copped my first triple
get wit Fat Cat
and to do my thing
I'm just a kid, envisions
and of gettin C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald Reagan me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I ain't have no
niggaz silly
till them niggaz fell
Speakin of my
Now it be fuckin me
So-called
try to dis me
And they even know where my heart at, heart at
And I don't even where to start at, start at

But your conscience speakin
No time for and weepin
You to climb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a last weekend
You a mill, no cheatin'
Who give some fuck what speakin'?
Just movin, leadin!
You from the of them heathens
Cop needs to see
for no reason,
Young hustlers in the bleedin
grievin
Joe, you came up all that
that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK!

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me
In my dreamin, all try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

Would the critics at you if you was Arnold Schwarzenegger?
Killing in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic anger
You run for governor, Republicans be lovin ya!

[Fat
Yeah, wave the Confederate like some Southerners?!
Nah! I rather be on the block a hustler
Guns the mufflers
D's put the on us
an MC and these streets put they trust in us

Yeah Joey Crack, but they put they lust in us
They fuss wit us, nobody helpin us!
One minute cheerin us
Next they cussin us!

[Joe (KRS)]
'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! 'em!
That's that nigga bitch-hoe (OHH!)
I don't even 'em (OHH!)
My says no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are some thoughts, on my mind, now

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me
In my dreamin, all try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

[Fat
Yeah..
Is my conscience speakin?
Sounds like my

Yup, you it!
How else could I
It's been a couple of years, as we the joint venture
You ain't been me lately, you don't remember?!

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whole style
Them live shows, the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and Scott La Rock, back to in them Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was a young'n on the corner, I'm a slinger
You was on ya album cover, finger on tha (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...)
"Self-Destruction" (C'mon)
Damn, you the leader!

Joe, let's it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, that pride
Did burners with the tats on the 2's and 5's
You was Relativity, I was with Jive
All the BULLSHIT you been
How you survive?!

[Fat
Kris, why I'm the greatest Of all time

- chuckling]
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You be out ya fuckin mind!

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me
In my dreamin, all try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you what it is
K-R-S-UNO es

[Fat
My playin tricks, my mind playin tricks...
BX, TS - UH!