Fala Que É Nois

Trilha Sonora Do Gueto

Speak That It's Us

Oh 301, 301 in the Copom's qap?
The 301 in the Copom's qap, proceed
Ah, positive 301, please, av. Dom Pedro l, Bradesco Bank

According to information, ten armed individuals with rifles, QSL?
I'm without patrol cars at the moment, status
One to check this qru, can you pull over there, sir?
Eh, positive copom, please give a rpt of them

From this last qru there, that I didn't quite understand
How many guys armed with rifles?
Ah, positive 301, ten individuals armed with rifles there, QSL?
Ah, positive

Speak that it's us, bro, that I'm with you
You know, right, man, what's my procedure
I'm aware that as soon as this song goes on air
The police, the system will misinterpret

But then, I'll repeat: I'm a singer, not a criminal
I'm like the artist in the Super Cine movie
I can't be blamed for social problems
I'm a favela chronicler, I just narrate the reality

Between me and Conte Lopes, guess who killed?
You'll think it's me because he didn't pull the trigger
Not a day in jail, because he killed for the police
Then he went on TV and spoke in the interview

I only killed scumbags! Who is he to judge
The destiny, the future of those who weren't born there
It's the system, your luck is that the people don't think
You kill his children then come back in the caption

And what's worse, they vote for you
You go to Brasília then come back on TV
Dressed in social, without the evil uniform
Claiming that the command wants to rule the capital

You ask Datena to speak badly of the faction
So then this comedy stays there with his ass in his hand
You don't say to him to tell my people
That health and leisure, the culture in the hill

Is funded by the uncle, the birosca, PCC
Marcinho Bela Vista and Bora will say
That the namesake from the east side, Daila from Jacira
Is also in the same fight and calls the men there to turn

He's tough, a terrorist with his rifle in hand
Representing the 15 Al-Qaeda of Capão
Zé Carlos, east side, Corinthians fan is my brother
He was with me in the fight against the thing Geleião

Just so you know, I'll give you a straight talk
The thing here is crazy, it's the right thing

It's us, first from the capital
Fighting the system to end this evil
We know that the devil is reigning here on earth
It's for peace that the command makes war

From the cave the cmm sends a shout out to everyone
Slowly and cautiously we will overcome this evil
Our fight is for peace, justice and freedom
The attacks are to show that the command is real

I'm going to mention some places where the 15 reigned
Carambola from Osasco, Marcelinho from downtown
Dunguis from the east side, Magnata from Cara Cassete
There the fura are also all set for retaliation

The system is aware that the command is growing
That more armed every day, we can't
We got tired of watching the police kill
And on the Day of the Dead our people will cry

Also dies who shoots we just taught
The takeover of the Baixada we rescued Gordô
Shampoo from the north side, Chico Branco and Samara
Took Aparecidinha with a .38 and a square

Disrespected all the police and held the patrol cars
We're tough, the 15 armed, you know, who holds?
Tiaguinho from Matraca from Mauro, Rubão
Who knows is connected from Mooca, the black

Turim, Turdim, Marcinho who mentioned
That in the Bela Vista gang they closed quickly
Just remembering to mention that these greetings are for you
Companion who is loyal to our PCC

Who left São Paulo, migrated to the states
And the government thinks we're the poor ones
We are here in Brazil a consequence of Hamaz
Of al-Qaeda, of the Camorra, of the FARC, of the Fartac

Edinho, Cangaíba, called me on a mission
To sing for the kids in the brothers' hill
Alex from Duquinha and Pata called me
In the colony of Franco to live with Cupô

Rafinha and Dinho from Vaz, revolution
Are closing with the 15, firm in the connection
It's the hill of macumba, Paulinho and Cabelo
You know in the little buildings, crazy, it's like that
Patrol car backs up when they see the fura, right
It's the 15 3 3 you know, right man

It's us, first from the capital
Fighting the system to end this evil
We know that the devil is reigning here on earth
It's for peace that the command makes war

Believe me, once again the ghetto agonizes
The voice of the ghetto wants to speak
Unfortunately, it's up to us, from the rap movement
But hey, the rulers, the government
Take our money, from our taxes
That was supposed to be converted into improvement
And unfortunately in the periphery the only arm that reaches
Is the arm of repression, of the police. The arm of health
Of culture, of education, of better days for the ghetto

Who voted for you and put you in Brasília
Doesn't reach the ghetto, you only send the arm of repression to the ghetto
And we still have to be quiet, can't protest
If not you know how it works

The guys send the shock, but on election day
They don't send the shock, they come with a well-prepared platform
And want you to vote for them
Let's pay attention ghetto, let's pay attention
Let's pay attention because otherwise the ghetto cries
The ghetto cries, the ghetto cries

It's us, first from the capital
Fighting the system to end this evil
We know that the devil is reigning here on earth
It's for peace that the command makes war

Look at this crazy thing, everything I sang here
The government pretends not to know what I narrated
You know that the command only reigns your doctor
Inside our favelas that you abandoned

You took the money that was for education
For culture, for health and turned it into a mensalão
Even if you don't want the command will show
That thieves and scoundrels reside in Brasília

Beira-mar and Marcola you show on TV
I don't see a difference in the PC gang
In a tie, a deputy, disguised as a mayor
Steals in the bidding, steals crooked and right

The danger here is not in who carries a rifle
People in suits and ties are killing Brazil
When they steal the money from health, and so on
There are elderly and children dying in the hospital

At this moment I tell you that the PCC was born
Several guys who are thinking minds ready to die
Or kill to show that the so-called rulers
Are trying to exterminate our Gandhi's children

I've sung, I'll leave space to think
PCC is illegal, but always present
And the government that is legal, that we never see
When you need a medicine to survive

Guess who's always ready to help
The boys from Marcola, from Fernando Beira-Mar
There's the question who's the biggest thief
Who governs the country or who shows you a .38

It's us, first from the capital
Fighting the system to end this evil
We know that the devil is reigning here on earth
It's for peace that the command makes war

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