Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind playin tricks, my mind 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, copped my first triple
get wit Fat Cat
and to do my thing
I'm a kid, with envisions
and of gettin 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
till niggaz fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be with me
activist
try to dis me
And don't even know where my heart at, heart at
And I even know where to start at, start at

But this your speakin
No time for and weepin
You tryin to climb, you
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a last weekend
You cleared a mill, no
Who give some fuck what 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
Fuck that, you 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 when I used to had bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

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

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

Yeah Joey Crack, but also put they lust in us
They fuss wit us, nobody helpin us!
One minute they us
minute they cussin us!

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

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

Yup, you it!
How else I enter?
It's a couple of years, as we rock the joint venture
You been callin 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, to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was a young'n on the corner, I'm a slinger
You was on ya cover, finger 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 crew on the 2's and 5's
You was Relativity, I was with Jive
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 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 mind is tricks on me

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

Joe]
My mind playin tricks, my mind tricks...
BX, TS - UH!