Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's
[Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix feels right dog?
[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one 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
[Akir:] The tip, the One Remix, yo

One Enterprises, the artist and the sound
The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for me down
Slave for my as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the vibrations widely found
Facing the nation complacent radio now
Stop hesitaing and the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them the shit we sayin
no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed in
Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to
They fouls are more flagrant
And so I see the cages while I pound the pavement
Looking for payment fuck enslavement
the tools of old ancients
Announcing my engagment to this music we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come (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 in the trenches with my nigga Akir
Our family surived the genocides so we can be
And now we the aftermath, one in the same
Living the revolution 'till we one in the brain
And even then my will return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, burried and
So they invented a war, the 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, march in the streets, and for peace
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, I'll see you in hell
My destiny is to show the world, the music is real
Go in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my children in the future, to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, 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..
Revolutionary 2 has been brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of
And if you playing this album, and I'm no here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
Remember that
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media it look like
Read the lines and free your mind
Revolution is the of equality
And the anti-thesis to
But this is only 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 beats or my
The shit is real here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting Hip Hop
The heart and of our culture
Keeping the alive
my people.. goodnight..