Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind playin tricks, my 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
fifteen, copped my first triple bean
get wit Fat Cat
and to do my thing
I'm just a kid, with
and visions of C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald Reagan me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I have no conscience
Slappin niggaz
till them fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be with me
activist
try to dis me
And they even know where my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know to start at, start at

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

[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

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

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

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

[Joe (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! 'em!
That's that nigga shit (OHH!)
I even trust 'em (OHH!)
My says no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are some thoughts, on my mind, now

Fat Joe]
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 is playin tricks on me

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

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

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

Joe, take it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the whole demeanor!
560 gear, that Boriqua
Did burners the tats crew on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was Jive
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 be out ya fuckin mind!

[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

KRS, Fat Joe, you know it is
es fresco

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