Luyện nghe bài hát Peruvian Cocaine

[Intro: from the "Scarface"]
[Host:] I've whispers about the financial support
your government from the drug industry.

[Guest:] Well, the irony of this, of course, is
this money, is in the billions, is coming from
your country. You see, you are the major of
our product, which is of course cocaine.

On one hand, you're saying the United States
government is spending of dollars to
eliminate the flow of drugs our streets. At the
same time, we are doing business the very same
goverment is flooding our streets with cocaine.

[Guest:] Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me you a few other
that are involved in this tragic comedy.

[Beat

[Two Men in Spanish]

[Immortal - Worker]
I'm on the border of Bolivia, for pennies
Treated like a slave, the fields have to be ready
The spirit of my people is starving, broken and
Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) at my machete
But the is too heavy to rise up in arms
And if I ran away, I know probably murder my moms
So I pray to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the
the cocaine, paced and play my position

[Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Boss]
Ok, listen I'm out there, just give me my product
Before we off ya hands for worker's misconduct
I got the to shoot a copper, and not get charged
And it would be sad to see family in front of a firing squad
So to feed your kids, I need bricks
40 tons in total, let me test it, I [sniff]
Shit, is good, pass me a tissue
And don't about them, I paid off the officials

[Diabolic - Leader]
Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the
Elected by my people...the only one on the
Born and bred to consult feds, I laugh at fate
And assassinate my to have his place
In a third-world state, lock the nation
90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
The Central Intelligence Agency weight faithfully
The finest type of China white and cocaine see

[Tonedeff - Drug Distributor]
Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank suddenly grown
It's funny, so out of this debt from this money we owe
Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two overthrown
To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to ya tummy swollen
C'mon, our home was built on the foundation of bloody throats
The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's coke
I took a oath to hush the one's who know
But CIA conducts the flow of these young who lust for dough

[Poison Pen - Drug
I don't in the hood (Hit my connect)
Plus really good, they supply for the hood
These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize we inferior
Petrified when we meet in my (calm down)
My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the
Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so play with my llello
We stop for you bastards
Must (?), chop it and bag it

- Undercover Police Officer]
Taking pictures and tapping
Debating snitches and codes
a couple, blast the fo',
Want any hustler dough with probably crack the blow
And my overtime is where your go
I gain your
Get you to hand to us because we paid up front
On the low with taping ya
pop away? The prison sentence is going to
Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence

[C-Rayz - Prison Inmate]
Out the evidence room with Loucipher]
Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they you
You think you got They copping too
We control blocks, they countries
Ya own companies, we had cars and sneaker money
Now there's players out there, talking the holding
With bugs in they house like they down South with windows
dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?)
Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and
So enjoy the rush, plush off Coke bread
you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez
In school, I was a bully, now is fully a joke
I keep a flow on a boat for Coke
Players do favors for governers and tax
Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad
The walls got ears, you big probably scared
Not prepared to do years like

Technique Speaking]
The just told is an example of the path that
drugs on their way to every neighborhood, in
every state of this country. It's a lot than
the niggas on your block. So when point the
at you, brother men, this is what you've got to tell them:

[Wesley Snipes - "New Jack City"]
I'm not guilty. the one that's guilty. The
lawmakers, the politicians, the drug lords,
all you who against making drugs legal. Just
like you did with during the prohibition.
the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick
the ballistics here: no Uzi's made in Harlem.
Not one of us in owns a poppy field. This thing
is bigger (Immortal Technique). This is big
business. This is the way.