Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

[Immortal Technique:] No question, it's like the told me
No one person can do anything, but can do something
So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that here right now
The outro tip, the One Remix, yo

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

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

[Immortal
Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir
Our family surived the genocides so we can be
And now we the aftermath, one in the same
Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the
And even then my spirit return in heavenly form
And the chess board clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, burried and
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, in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be
And this is for all the that'll never come home
I wrote this for Momia, in a beast
For people who, in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never Versace
Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in
My is to show the world, that the music is real
Go back in time and play shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly hanging on, waiting to leave
when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf
I'll be one with god and one with you and everything

[Immotal Technique
Yeah..
Volume 2 has been brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of
And if you playing album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from I recorded this
Remember history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled made it look like
Read between the lines and your mind
is the birth of equality
And the anti-thesis to
But this is only built for motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I got along with
Try to make songs my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The shit is real here man
Thank you for listening, and you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
Keeping the alive
my people.. goodnight..