Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

[Immortal No question, it's like the elders told me
No one person can do anything, but everyone can do
So we rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right now
[Akir:] The 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 favor for me down
for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely
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 we gettin slayed in
times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions
They are more than flagrant
And so I see the cages while I pound the pavement
Looking for payment saying enslavement
Usin the of old ancients
my engagment to this music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we never come wack (never!)
Immortal and Akir 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
Immortal Technique in the with my nigga Akir
Our family the genocides so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the
Living the revolution we catch one in the brain
And even then my 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 me wonder if the word of god is lost in the man
This is for the 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 wrote this for Momia, stuck in a
For people who, march in the streets, and for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old Sashi
from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in
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 children in the future, waiting to
slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library
I'll be one god and one with you and everything else

[Immotal Technique
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no here
And sometime far away from I recorded this
that history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled made it look like
between the lines and free your mind
Revolution is the birth of
And the to oppression
But this is built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got with
Try to make songs my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The shit is real here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for independent Hip Hop
The heart and soul of our
Keeping the truth
my people.. goodnight..