Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

Joe]
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 call the hit 'em up flow
Barely fifteen, copped my 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 told me
"Yo, Joey do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I ain't have no
niggaz silly
till niggaz fell unconscious
of my conscience
Now it be fuckin me
activist
try to dis me
And they even know where my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know where to start at, at

But this your conscience
No time for and weepin
You tryin to climb, you
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a rhyme weekend
You a mill, no cheatin'
Who some fuck what they speakin'?
keep movin, leadin!
You the place of them heathens
Cop to see them
for no reason,
Young hustlers in the street
grievin
Joe, you came up all that
that, you taught 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 I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is 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, be lovin ya!

[Fat
Yeah, wave the Confederate like some Southerners?!
Nah! I be on the block like a hustler
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, nobody helpin us!
One they cheerin us
Next minute cussin us!

[Joe (KRS)]
'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! 'em!
That's that nigga bitch-hoe (OHH!)
I don't even 'em (OHH!)
My says 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 playin 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

[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 ain't been me lately, you don't remember?!

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my style from?
live shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in them (Yeeeah)
I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a
You was on ya cover, finger 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 Jive
All the BULLSHIT you through
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 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 tricks, my mind playin tricks...
BX, TS - UH!