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 dog?
[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on

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

One Enterprises, comprises the artist and the
The pen and paper my savior while I'm getting down
for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me down
Slave for my papers as I the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the vibrations widely found
Facing the complacent radio stations now
Stop and contemplating the way we paitient
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 adjacent to
They are more than flagrant
And so I see the cages while I pound the pavement
Looking for payment saying enslavement
Usin the tools of old
Announcing my engagment to music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and y'all niggaz fear us that's 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

[Immortal
Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir
Our family surived the so we can be here
And now we the aftermath, one in the same
the revolution 'till we catch one in the brain
And even then my will return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, burried and
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 soliders that'll come home
I wrote for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, in the streets, and struggle for peace
For niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend
Chris the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, I'll see you in hell
My destiny is to show the world, 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 dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this 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 motherfuckers who scared of shit
And if you playing album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away when I recorded this
that history
Isn't the way the controlled media made it look like
Read between the lines and your mind
Revolution is the birth of
And the anti-thesis to
But this is built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I got along with
Try to songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The shit is over here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
the truth alive
my people.. goodnight..