Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call it's good
[Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix feels right dog?
[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta 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 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 I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a for holding me down
Slave for my as I savor the way that 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
Cause times a while we stand adjacent to abrasions
fouls are more than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages while I the pavement
Looking for payment saying fuck
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
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 with my Akir
Our family the genocides so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the
Living the revolution 'till we one in the brain
And even then my spirit return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, and gone
So they invented a war, the goverment can on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be
And this is for all the soliders that'll never come
I wrote this for Momia, in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for
For niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker see you in hell
My destiny is to the world, that the music is real
Go back in time and this shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly 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 you and everything else

[Immotal talking]
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who scared of shit
And if you this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
Remember that
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it look
Read between the lines and free your
is the birth of equality
And the anti-thesis to
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, my beats or my vocals
The is real 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..