Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind playin tricks, my mind 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 triple bean
get wit Fat Cat
and Pappy to do my
I'm a kid, with envisions
and visions of C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald told me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I ain't no conscience
niggaz silly
till niggaz fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be with me
So-called
try to dis me
And they don't even know where my heart at, at
And I don't even know where to at, start at

But your conscience speakin
No time for cryin and
You tryin to climb, you
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a rhyme weekend
You cleared a mill, no
Who give some what they speakin'?
keep movin, leadin!
You from the place of heathens
Cop to see them
for no reason,
Young hustlers in the street
Moms
Joe, you came up from all
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 is playin tricks on me

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

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

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

Crack (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
Fuck 'em! 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga shit (OHH!)
I don't trust '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 is playin tricks on me

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

Yup, you it!
How could I enter?
It's been a couple of years, as we the joint venture
You been 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, before
You and La Rock, back to back 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 take it to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, Boriqua pride
Did with the tats crew on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was with
All the you been through
How you survive?!

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

- chuckling]
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You must be out ya 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 them on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you what it is
es fresco

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