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 don't a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we call this the hit 'em up
Barely fifteen, my first triple bean
get wit Fat Cat
and to do my thing
I'm a kid, with envisions
and visions of 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
them niggaz fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be with me
activist
try to dis me
And they don't even know where my at, heart at
And I don't even know where to start at, at

But your conscience speakin
No time for cryin and
You tryin to climb, you
up to ya prime, you
You a rhyme last weekend
You a mill, no cheatin'
Who give some fuck what they
Just movin, leadin!
You from the place of them
Cop needs to see
for no reason,
hustlers in the street bleedin
Moms
Joe, you came up all that
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 when I to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me

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

[Fat
Yeah, the Confederate flag like some Southerners?!
Nah! I rather be on the like a hustler
Guns with the
D's put the on us
He's an MC and streets put they trust in us

Yeah Joey Crack, but they also put they 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! 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 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 mind is tricks 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, cocaina
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 album cover, finger on tha (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Flip to 360, now you The (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 pride
Did burners with the 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 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 playin tricks, my mind playin tricks...
BX, TS - UH!