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 a fuck, no! I don't 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, with
and visions of C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald told me
"Yo, Joey do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I ain't have no
niggaz silly
till niggaz fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be fuckin me
activist
try to dis me
And they don't even know my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know 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 last
You cleared a mill, no
Who give some fuck what they
Just movin, leadin!
You the place of them heathens
Cop needs to see
for no reason,
Young in the street bleedin
Moms
Joe, you came up all that
that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK!

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

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

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

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

[Joe (KRS)]
'em! Fuck '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!)
are some thoughts, re-occuring 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 to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

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

Yup, you it!
How could I enter?
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 live shows, the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
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, 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 with the crew on the 2's and 5's
You was Relativity, I was with Jive
All the you been through
How you survive?!

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

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

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 mind is tricks on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you know it is
es fresco

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