Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

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

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

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 with my nigga
Our family surived the genocides so we can be
And now we the aftermath, one in the same
the revolution 'till we catch one in the brain
And even my spirit will return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, and gone
So invented a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the of god is lost in the man
is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees never be known
And this is for all the that'll never come home
I wrote for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never Versace
Eddie cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in
My destiny is to the world, that the music is real
Go back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the
And for my children in the future, to breathe
slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library
I'll be one with god and one you and everything else

[Immotal Technique
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has brought to you
By the of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no here
And far away from when I recorded this
Remember history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it look
between the lines and free your mind
Revolution is the birth of
And the to oppression
But is only built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, let nobody I never got along with
Try to make kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The shit is over here man
you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
the truth alive
my people.. goodnight..