Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

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

Uh! I give a fuck, no! I don't 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 Pappy to do my
I'm a kid, with envisions
and visions of C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald told me
"Yo, Joey do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I have no conscience
niggaz silly
till them niggaz unconscious
of my conscience
Now it be with me
So-called
try to dis me
And they don't know where my heart at, heart at
And I even know 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 last weekend
You cleared a mill, no
Who give fuck what they speakin'?
Just movin, leadin!
You from the place of them
Cop needs to see
for no reason,
Young in the street bleedin
Moms
Joe, you came up from all
Fuck that, you us how to survive, CRACK!

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

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

[Fat
Yeah, wave the Confederate flag 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 these streets put trust in us

Yeah Joey Crack, but they also put they in us
They fuss wit us, ain't helpin us!
One minute cheerin 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 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 mind is tricks 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 is playin tricks 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 whole style
Them shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and Scott La Rock, to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a
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 whole demeanor!
560 gear, that Boriqua
Did burners the tats crew on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was with
All the BULLSHIT you through
How you survive?!

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

[KRS-One -
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You be out ya fuckin mind!

Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my is playin 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

KRS, Fat Joe, you what it is
es fresco

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