Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

[Immortal No question, it's 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 artist and the
The pen and paper my savior while I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me
Slave for my as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations 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 we gettin slayed in
Cause times a waistin we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fouls are more than
And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the
Looking for payment saying fuck
Usin the tools of old
Announcing my engagment to this that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't come wack (never!)
Technique 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

Technqique]
Immortal Technique in the trenches my nigga Akir
Our family surived the so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the
Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the
And even then my will return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess board clean, of my pawns
The red don communist threat, burried and
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 children of Iraq, in the sand
This is for the illest emcees never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll never come
I wrote for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my stuck in a cell
Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in hell
My destiny is to the world, that the music is real
Go back in and play 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 I'm gone, and this album's 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 ain't of shit
And if you this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
Remember history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled made it look like
Read between the and free your mind
Revolution is the of equality
And the anti-thesis to
But is only built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let I never got along with
Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my or my vocals
The shit is over here man
you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
Keeping the truth
my people.. goodnight..