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 a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we call the hit 'em up flow
fifteen, copped 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 have no conscience
Slappin silly
till them niggaz 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 where to start at, start at

But this your speakin
No time for cryin and
You to climb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a rhyme weekend
You cleared a mill, no
Who give some what they speakin'?
keep movin, leadin!
You the place of them heathens
Cop to see them
for no reason,
Young hustlers in the street
Moms
Joe, you came up from all
that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK!

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my mind is 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 Schwarzenegger?
Killing cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic
You should run for governor, be lovin ya!

Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate like some Southerners?!
Nah! I rather be on the like 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 put they lust in us
They wit us, ain't nobody helpin us!
One they cheerin us
Next minute cussin us!

Crack (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
Fuck 'em! 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga shit (OHH!)
I even trust 'em (OHH!)
My conscience no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
are some thoughts, re-occuring 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 to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

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

Yup, you it!
How else I enter?
It's been a couple of years, as we rock the joint
You ain't callin 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 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 Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, that pride
Did burners with the tats on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was with
All the BULLSHIT you through
How you survive?!

Joe]
Kris, that's why I'm the greatest Of all

- 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 used to had them on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is tricks on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you what it is
es fresco

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