Luyện nghe bài hát Peruvian Cocaine

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

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

[Host:] On one hand, you're the United States
government is millions of dollars to
eliminate the of drugs onto our streets. At the
same time, we are doing business with the very
goverment that is flooding our streets cocaine.

Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other
characters are involved in this tragic comedy.

[Beat

[Two Men Speak in

Technique - Worker]
I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for
like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready
The of my people is starving, broken and sweaty
Dreaming about (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete
But the workload is too heavy to up in arms
And if I ran away, I they'd probably murder my moms
So I to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the mission
Process the cocaine, paced and my position

[Pumpkinhead - Field Boss]
Ok, listen I'm out there, just give me my product
we chop 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 your family in front of a firing
So to feed kids, I need these bricks
40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I
Shit, this is good, me a tissue
And don't worry them, I paid off the officials

- Peruvian Leader]
Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of of the foulest
Elected by my people...the only one on the
Born and bred to consult feds, I laugh at fate
And assassinate my predecessor to 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 you'll see

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

[Poison Pen - Dealer]
I work in the hood (Hit my connect)
Plus really good, they supply for the hood
These dudes crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior
Petrified we meet in my area (calm down)
My shoot until I say so, got the loot?
Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play my llello
We won't for you bastards
Must choose (?), it and bag it

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

Walz - Prison Inmate]
Out the evidence [Said 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 out there, talking 'bout the holding
With bugs in house like they down South with windows open
Your dough long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?)
Feds be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons
So the rush, live plush off Coke bread
Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny
In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a
I keep a flow on a for Peruvian Coke
Players do for governers and tax makers
Fat smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors
The got ears, you big mouths probably scared
Not to do years like Javier

Technique Speaking]
The just told is an example of the path that
take 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
finger at you, brother men, this is what got to tell them:

[Wesley Snipes - from "New 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 alcohol during the prohibition.
You're the one guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick
the ballistics Ain't 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.