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 this the hit 'em up
Barely fifteen, my first triple bean
get wit Fat Cat
and Pappy to do my
I'm just a kid, envisions
and of gettin C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald told me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I have no conscience
Slappin niggaz
till them niggaz unconscious
of my conscience
Now it be fuckin me
So-called
try to dis me
And they don't even where my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know to start at, start at

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

Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin 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 is playin tricks on me

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

Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate flag some Southerners?!
Nah! I be on the block like a hustler
with the mufflers
D's put the on us
He's an MC and 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! 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga shit (OHH!)
I don't trust 'em (OHH!)
My says no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are some thoughts, on my mind, now

Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my is playin 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 is playin tricks on me

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

Yup, you it!
How else could I
been 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 whole style
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 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 take it to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the whole demeanor!
560 gear, that pride
Did burners the tats crew on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was Jive
All the BULLSHIT you through
How you survive?!

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

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

Fat Joe]
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

KRS, Fat Joe, you know it is
es fresco

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