Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call it's good
[Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a just feels right dog?
[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you 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 niggaz ain't here right now
The outro tip, the One Remix, yo

One Enterprises, comprises the and the sound
The pen and plays 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 blatent vibrations widely
Facing the complacent radio stations now
Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we
motivating and get them playin the shit we sayin
Ain't no delayin in war that we gettin slayed in
Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to
They fouls are more than
And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the
Looking for payment saying enslavement
Usin the tools of old
Announcing my engagment to this that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come (never!)
Immortal and Akir y'all niggaz fear 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

[Immortal
Immortal Technique in the trenches my nigga Akir
Our family surived the genocides so we can be
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the
Living the 'till we catch one in the brain
And even then my spirit return in heavenly form
And the chess board clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, and gone
So they invented a war, the can carry on
It makes me if the word of god is lost in the man
is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll come home
I this for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for
For hood niggaz, born rugged, rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in
My destiny is to show the world, that the music is
Go back in time and play shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my in the future, waiting to breathe
slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a 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 of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer
And far away from when I recorded this
Remember that
Isn't the way the corperate media made it look like
Read the lines and free your mind
Revolution is the of equality
And the to oppression
But this is only for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got along
Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my or my vocals
The is real over here man
you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The heart and of our culture
Keeping the truth
my people.. goodnight..