Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

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

But this your conscience
No time for and weepin
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'?
keep movin, leadin!
You from the place of heathens
Cop to see them
for no reason,
hustlers in the street bleedin
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 I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

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

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

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

[Joe (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
'em! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga bitch-hoe (OHH!)
I don't even 'em (OHH!)
My conscience 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 tricks 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 tricks on me

[Fat
Yeah..
Is this my conscience
Sounds my mentor

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

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whole style
live shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, cocaina
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 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 Relativity, I was with Jive
All the BULLSHIT you been
How you survive?!

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

[KRS-One -
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You be out ya fuckin mind!

Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is 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 mind is playin on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you what it is
es fresco

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