Luyện nghe bài hát Peruvian Cocaine

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

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

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

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

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[Two Men Speak in

[Immortal - Worker]
I'm on the of Bolivia, working for pennies
like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready
The spirit of my people is starving, broken and
Dreaming about (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete
But the workload is too heavy to 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 - Field Boss]
Ok, listen while I'm out there, give me my product
Before we chop off ya hands for worker's
I got the power to a copper, and not get charged
And it would be sad to see your in front of a firing squad
So to feed kids, I need these bricks
40 in total, let me test it, indeed I [sniff]
Shit, this is good, pass me a
And don't worry them, I paid off the officials

- Peruvian Leader]
Yo, it come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest
Elected by my people...the one on the ballot
Born and bred to consult feds, I laugh at fate
And my predecessor to have his place
In a third-world fashion state, the nation
With 90% of the in 10% of the population
The Central Agency takes weight faithfully
The finest of China white and cocaine you'll see

[Tonedeff - Drug Distributor]
Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's grown
It's funny, so out of this debt from this 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 fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody
The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin'
I took a stunted to hush the one's who know
But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who for dough

Pen - Drug Dealer]
I don't work in the (Hit my connect)
Plus what's really good, 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 don't with my llello
We stop for you bastards
Must choose (?), it and bag it

[Loucipher - Police Officer]
Taking pictures and phones
snitches and cracking codes
Past a couple, the fo',
Want any hustler stacking dough with probably the blow
And my is where your taxes go
I gain your
Get you to hand weight to us because we up front
On the low with taping ya
pop away? The prison sentence is going to
Make the officer with two ki's out the evidence room

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

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

[Wesley Snipes - "New Jack City"]
I'm not guilty. YOU'RE the one guilty. The
lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian lords,
all you who against 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: Ain't no Uzi's in Harlem.
Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. thing
is bigger (Immortal Technique). This is big
business. This is the way.