Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah Joey Crack, but also put they lust in us
They fuss wit us, ain't nobody us!
One minute they us
Next minute they us!

[Joe (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
Fuck 'em! 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga bitch-hoe (OHH!)
I even trust 'em (OHH!)
My says no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are 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
Reminiscin when I to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me

Joe]
Yeah..
Is this my speakin?
Sounds like my

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

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my style from?
Them live shows, the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was a young'n on the corner, I'm a slinger
You was on ya album cover, on tha nina (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Flip to 360, now you The (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, Boriqua pride
Did burners with the 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, why I'm the greatest 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 I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you know it is
es fresco

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