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 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 of gettin C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald Reagan me
"Yo, just 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 with 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 conscience speakin
No time for cryin and
You to climb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a rhyme weekend
You a mill, no cheatin'
Who give some what they speakin'?
keep movin, leadin!
You the place of them heathens
Cop needs to see
for no reason,
Young hustlers in the bleedin
Moms
Joe, you came up from all
Fuck that, you 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 used to had them on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is tricks on me

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

[Fat
Yeah, wave the Confederate flag some Southerners?!
Nah! I rather be on the block like a
with the mufflers
D's put the on us
an MC and these streets 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
Next minute 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 says no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are 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
when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

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

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

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whole style
live shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
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, finger on tha (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...)
"Self-Destruction" (C'mon)
Damn, you the leader!

Joe, take it back 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 BULLSHIT you been
How you survive?!

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

- chuckling]
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You be out ya fuckin mind!

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my is playin 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 is playin tricks on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you what it is
es fresco

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