Luyện nghe bài hát Peruvian Cocaine

[Intro: the film "Scarface"]
[Host:] I've heard whispers the financial support
your government receives the drug industry.

Well, the irony of this, of course, is that
this money, which is in the billions, is coming
country. You see, you are the major purchaser of
our national product, which is of cocaine.

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

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

[Beat

[Two Men Speak in

[Immortal Technique -
I'm on the of Bolivia, working for pennies
Treated like a slave, the coke fields to be ready
The spirit of my people is starving, broken and
Dreaming revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete
But the workload is too 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
Process the cocaine, paced and play my

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

[Diabolic - Leader]
Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the
by my people...the only one on the ballot
Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at
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 Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
The finest type of white and cocaine you'll see

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

[Poison Pen - Dealer]
I don't work in the (Hit my connect)
Plus what's good, they supply for the hood
These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize we inferior
Petrified when we 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 stop for you bastards
Must choose (?), it and bag it

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

[C-Rayz - Prison Inmate]
Out the evidence room with Loucipher]
Went my fame, truck, or plane, they watching you
You you got work? They copping too
We control blocks, lock countries
Ya own companies, we had nice cars and money
Now players out there, talking 'bout the holding
With bugs in they house like they down South windows open
Your dough long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?)
Feds will be up in mouth...like forks and spoons
So the rush, live plush off Coke bread
Soon you'll be in a cell with me, Jenny Lopez
In school, I was a bully, now is fully a joke
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 prepared to do years Javier

[Immortal Speaking]
The story told is an example of the path that
drugs take on way to every neighborhood, in
every of this country. It's a lot deeper than
the niggas on your block. So when point the
finger at you, brother men, this is what you've got to tell

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