Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call baby good
[Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just feels right
[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta one last gem on them

[Immortal Technique:] No question, like the elders told me
No one person can do anything, but everyone can do
So we gotta rep, for all the that ain't here right now
The outro tip, the One Remix, yo

One Enterprises, the artist and the sound
The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me
Slave for my as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely
Facing the complacent radio stations now
Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we
Start motivating and get them playin the shit we
Ain't no in this war that we gettin slayed in
Cause times a waistin while we stand to abrasions
fouls are more than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages while I the pavement
Looking for saying fuck enslavement
Usin the tools of old
my engagment to this music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a
like

One
One
One
One
One
One
One, One, One, One
One
One
One
One
One way
One day
One, One, One, One, One

Technqique]
Immortal Technique in the trenches my nigga Akir
Our surived the genocides so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the
Living the revolution 'till we one in the brain
And then my spirit will return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess board clean, of my enemies
The red don threat, burried and gone
So they invented a war, the can carry on
It me wonder if the word of god is lost in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the
This is for the emcees that'll never be known
And is for all the soliders that'll never come home
I this for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking
Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in
My destiny is to show the world, that the music is
Go back in and play this shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to
Believe when I'm gone, and album's on a library shelf
be one with god and one with you and everything else

[Immotal talking]
Yeah..
Volume 2 has been brought to you
By the type of who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
that history
Isn't the way the controlled media made it look like
Read between the lines and free your
is the birth of equality
And the to oppression
But is only built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let I never got along with
Try to make kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The shit is over here man
Thank you for listening, and you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
Keeping the truth
my people.. goodnight..