Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

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

Uh! I don't a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we this the hit 'em up flow
Barely fifteen, copped my first bean
get wit Fat Cat
and to do my thing
I'm just a kid, envisions
and visions of C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald told me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I have no conscience
Slappin niggaz
till them niggaz fell
of my conscience
Now it be with me
activist
try to dis me
And they don't even know my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know where to start at, at

But your conscience speakin
No time for cryin and
You tryin to climb, you
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a rhyme last
You a mill, no cheatin'
Who give fuck what they speakin'?
Just movin, leadin!
You the place of them heathens
Cop to see them
for no reason,
hustlers in the street bleedin
Moms
Joe, you came up all that
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
when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me

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

Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate flag like Southerners?!
Nah! I rather be on the block like a
Guns with the
D's put the on us
He's an MC and these streets put trust in us

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

Crack (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
Fuck 'em! 'em! Fuck 'em!
that nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!)
I don't even 'em (OHH!)
My says no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
are some thoughts, re-occuring on my mind, now

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me
In my dreamin, all try to put the fix on me
when 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 my mentor

Yup, you it!
How else could I
It's 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 from?
Them shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, cocaina
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a
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, take it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, Boriqua pride
Did burners with the tats on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was with
All the you been through
How you survive?!

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

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

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

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

Joe]
My mind playin tricks, my playin tricks...
BX, TS - UH!