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 call this the hit 'em up
Barely fifteen, copped my first 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 have no
Slappin niggaz
till them niggaz unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be fuckin me
So-called
try to dis me
And they don't even know my heart at, heart at
And I don't even where to start at, start at

But this conscience speakin
No time for and weepin
You to climb, you reachin
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 heathens
Cop to see them
for no reason,
Young in the street bleedin
Moms
Joe, you came up from all
Fuck that, you us how to survive, CRACK!

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 is playin tricks on me

Would the critics come at you if you was Arnold
Killing 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 rather be on the like a hustler
with the mufflers
D's put the on us
He's an MC and these streets put trust in us

Yeah Joey Crack, but they also put they in us
They fuss wit us, ain't helpin us!
One minute cheerin us
Next minute they us!

[Joe (KRS)]
'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! 'em!
That's that nigga bitch-hoe (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

[Hook: Fat
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 is playin tricks on me

[Fat
Yeah..
Is this my conscience
like my mentor

Yup, you it!
How else I enter?
It's a couple 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 style from?
Them shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, cocaina
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in 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 take it to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, Boriqua pride
Did burners the tats 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, 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 mind is 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 tricks, my mind playin tricks...
BX, TS - UH!