Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind playin tricks, my playin tricks...

Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we call the hit 'em up flow
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.
Reagan told me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I ain't have no
niggaz silly
till niggaz fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be fuckin me
So-called
try to dis me
And they even know where my heart at, heart at
And I even know where to start at, start at

But this your speakin
No for cryin and weepin
You to climb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you
You a rhyme 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,
Young hustlers in the street
Moms
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
when 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
cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic anger
You should run for governor, Republicans be ya!

[Fat
Yeah, wave the Confederate like some 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 Crack, but they also put they lust in us
They fuss wit us, ain't nobody us!
One minute they us
Next minute cussin us!

[Joe (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
Fuck 'em! 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga bitch-hoe (OHH!)
I even trust '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 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

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

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

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whole style
Them shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in 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!)
to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...)
"Self-Destruction" (C'mon)
Damn, you the leader!

Joe, let's it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, that Boriqua
Did burners with the tats on the 2's and 5's
You was Relativity, I was with Jive
All the BULLSHIT you through
How you survive?!

[Fat
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 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

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

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