Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind playin tricks, my mind 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, my first triple bean
get wit Fat Cat
and Pappy to do my
I'm just a kid, with
and visions of C.R.E.A.M.
Reagan told me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I ain't no conscience
niggaz silly
till them fell unconscious
of my conscience
Now it be fuckin me
So-called
try to dis me
And they don't even know my heart at, heart at
And I don't know 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 a rhyme last weekend
You cleared a mill, no
Who give some fuck they speakin'?
Just movin, leadin!
You from the place of heathens
Cop needs to see
for no reason,
Young hustlers in the street
grievin
Joe, you came up from all
Fuck that, you us how to survive, CRACK!

Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks 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 tricks on me

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

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

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

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

Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is tricks on me
In my dreamin, all try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is tricks on me

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

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

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

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

Joe]
Kris, that's why I'm the Of all time

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

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks 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 is playin tricks on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you know it is
es fresco

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