Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

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

Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we call this the hit 'em up
Barely fifteen, copped my first bean
get wit Fat Cat
and to do my thing
I'm just a kid, envisions
and visions of C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald told me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I ain't no conscience
Slappin niggaz
them niggaz fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be with me
activist
try to dis me
And they don't even know my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know where to start at, at

But this your speakin
No time for and weepin
You to climb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you
You a rhyme last weekend
You cleared a mill, no
Who give fuck what they speakin'?
Just movin, leadin!
You from the of them heathens
Cop needs to see
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 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 mind is tricks on me

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

Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate like 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 they in us

Yeah Joey Crack, but they also put lust in us
fuss wit us, ain't nobody helpin us!
One they cheerin us
Next minute cussin us!

Crack (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
Fuck 'em! 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's nigga 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

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

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

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

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whole from?
Them shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was just a on the corner, I'm a slinger
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, take it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the whole demeanor!
560 gear, Boriqua pride
Did with the tats crew on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was Jive
All the you been through
How you survive?!

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

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

[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 to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you know it is
es fresco

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