Luyện nghe bài hát My Conscience

[Fat
Coca! Krills!

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

Uh! I give a fuck, no! I don't 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 Pappy to do my
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 have no
Slappin niggaz
till them fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be fuckin me
So-called
try to dis me
And don't even know where my heart at, heart at
And I don't even where to start at, start at

But this your conscience
No for cryin and weepin
You to climb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a rhyme last
You a mill, no cheatin'
Who give some fuck what speakin'?
Just movin, leadin!
You the place of them heathens
Cop needs to see
for no reason,
Young in the street bleedin
grievin
Joe, you came up from all
Fuck that, you us how to survive, CRACK!

[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 is playin tricks on me

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

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

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

Crack (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! 'em!
That's that bitch-hoe shit (OHH!)
I even trust '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 playin 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 tricks on me

[Fat
Yeah..
Is this my speakin?
like my mentor

Yup, you it!
How else I enter?
It's been a couple of years, as we 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?
live shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, cocaina
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a
You was on ya album cover, on tha nina (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...)
"Self-Destruction" (C'mon)
Damn, you the leader!

Joe, take it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, that pride
Did burners with the tats on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was Jive
All the BULLSHIT you been
How you survive?!

Joe]
Kris, that's why I'm the Of all time

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

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

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