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:] we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them

[Immortal Technique:] No question, it's like the elders me
No one person can do anything, but everyone can do
So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't 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 holding me
Slave for my as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely
Facing the nation radio stations now
Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we
Start motivating and get them the shit we sayin
Ain't no in this 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 while I pound the pavement
Looking for payment fuck enslavement
Usin the of old ancients
Announcing my to this music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz 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 the genocides so we can be here
And now we the aftermath, one in the same
Living the 'till we catch one in the brain
And even then my spirit return in heavenly form
And wipe the board clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don threat, burried and gone
So they a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, in the sand
is for the illest emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders never come home
I wrote this for Momia, in a beast
For people who, in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never 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 the world, that the music is real
Go back in time and play shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my children in the future, waiting to
People slowly dying hanging on, to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library
I'll be one with god and one with you and else

[Immotal talking]
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who 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 between the lines and your mind
is the birth of equality
And the anti-thesis to
But this is only for real motherfuckers
So I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got along with
Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my
The shit is real over man
you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
Keeping the truth
my people.. goodnight..