Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

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

One Enterprises, comprises the and the sound
The pen and paper plays my while I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me
Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it
underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found
Facing the nation complacent stations now
Stop and contemplating the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them the shit we sayin
Ain't no delayin in this war that we gettin in
times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions
They are more than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages I pound the pavement
Looking for saying fuck enslavement
the tools of old ancients
Announcing my engagment to this that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never 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 Technique in the with my nigga Akir
Our surived 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 even then my spirit will return in heavenly
And the chess board 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
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 never come
I this for Momia, stuck in a beast
For who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace
For niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend
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 is real
Go in time 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 this on a library shelf
be one with god and one with you and everything else

[Immotal Technique
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer
And far away from when I recorded this
that history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media it look like
Read between the and free your mind
Revolution is the birth of
And the anti-thesis to
But is only built for real motherfuckers
So I'm gone, don't let nobody I never 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 you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
the truth alive
my people.. goodnight..