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
Barely fifteen, my first triple bean
get wit Fat Cat
and to do my thing
I'm just a kid, envisions
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
Slappin silly
them 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 at, heart at
And I don't even know where to at, start at

But your conscience speakin
No time for and weepin
You to climb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a rhyme last
You a mill, no cheatin'
Who give some fuck what speakin'?
keep movin, leadin!
You from the place of heathens
Cop needs to see
for no reason,
Young in the street bleedin
grievin
Joe, you up from all that
that, you taught 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 to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me

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

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

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

[Joe (KRS)]
'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! 'em!
That's nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!)
I don't even 'em (OHH!)
My says no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are some thoughts, 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 I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is tricks on me

[Fat
Yeah..
Is this my speakin?
like my mentor

Yup, you it!
How else could I
It's been a 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?
live shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and Scott La Rock, back to in them Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a
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 Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, Boriqua pride
Did burners 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?!

[Fat
Kris, why I'm the greatest 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 tricks on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you what it is
K-R-S-UNO es

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