Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

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

Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I don't a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we this the hit 'em up flow
Barely fifteen, my first triple bean
get wit Fat Cat
and Pappy to do my
I'm just a kid, 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
niggaz silly
till niggaz fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be with me
activist
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 give some fuck what they
Just movin, leadin!
You from the place of them
Cop to see them
for no reason,
Young in the street bleedin
grievin
Joe, you came up from all
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 cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic
You should run for governor, Republicans be ya!

Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate flag some Southerners?!
Nah! I rather be on the block 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 lust in us
They wit us, ain't nobody helpin us!
One minute they us
Next they cussin us!

Crack (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
Fuck 'em! 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga shit (OHH!)
I even trust 'em (OHH!)
My conscience no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
are some thoughts, re-occuring on my mind, now

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

[Fat
Yeah..
Is my conscience speakin?
Sounds like my

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

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whole style
Them live shows, the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and Scott La Rock, to back in them 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, let's it back 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 Relativity, I was with Jive
All the you been through
How you survive?!

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

[KRS-One -
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 I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you know it is
K-R-S-UNO es

Joe]
My mind playin tricks, my playin tricks...
BX, TS - UH!