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 give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we call the hit 'em up flow
Barely fifteen, copped my first triple
get wit Fat Cat
and Pappy to do my
I'm just a kid, envisions
and of gettin C.R.E.A.M.
Reagan told me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I ain't no conscience
niggaz silly
till them niggaz fell
Speakin of my
Now it be with 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 for cryin and weepin
You tryin to climb, you
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a rhyme weekend
You a mill, no cheatin'
Who some fuck what they speakin'?
Just movin, leadin!
You from the of them heathens
Cop to see them
for no reason,
Young hustlers in the bleedin
Moms
Joe, you up from all that
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 I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

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

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

Yeah Crack, but they also put they 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! Fuck 'em! 'em!
that nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!)
I even trust 'em (OHH!)
My conscience no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are some thoughts, 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
Reminiscin when I used to had bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

Joe]
Yeah..
Is this my conscience
like my mentor

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 from?
Them shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and La Rock, back to back in them 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!)
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, Boriqua pride
Did burners with the crew on the 2's and 5's
You was Relativity, I was with Jive
All the BULLSHIT you through
How you survive?!

[Fat
Kris, why I'm the greatest 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 playin tricks, my mind playin tricks...
BX, TS - UH!