Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the 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, 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 I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a for holding me down
Slave for my papers as I the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent widely found
Facing the complacent radio stations now
Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we
Start motivating and get them the shit we sayin
no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed in
Cause times a while we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fouls are more than
And so I see the prisons cages I pound the pavement
Looking for payment fuck enslavement
the tools of old ancients
Announcing my to this music that we making
no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz us that's 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

Technqique]
Immortal in the trenches with my nigga Akir
Our family the genocides so we can be here
And now we the aftermath, one in the same
the revolution 'till we catch 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 invented a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll be known
And this is for all the that'll never come home
I wrote for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking
Eddie cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a
Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in hell
My destiny is to show the world, that the music is
Go back in time and play this shit, for the in the field
And for my children in the future, to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to
Believe when I'm gone, and album's on a library shelf
I'll be one with god and one with you and everything

[Immotal Technique
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has been to you
By the type of motherfuckers who scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer
And sometime far away when I recorded this
Remember history
Isn't the way the controlled media made it look like
Read the lines and free your mind
is the birth of equality
And the to oppression
But this is built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I got along with
Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my
The is real over here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for independent Hip Hop
The heart and of our culture
Keeping the truth
my people.. goodnight..