Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's
Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just 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 niggaz that ain't here now
The outro tip, the One Remix, yo

One Enterprises, the artist and the sound
The pen and paper plays my while I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for me down
Slave for my papers as I savor the way it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent widely found
Facing the nation complacent stations now
Stop hesitaing and the way we paitient
Start and get them playin the shit we sayin
Ain't no in this war that we gettin slayed in
Cause times a waistin we stand adjacent to abrasions
They are more than flagrant
And so I see the prisons while I pound the pavement
for payment saying fuck enslavement
Usin the tools of old
Announcing my engagment to this that we making
Ain't no on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a
like

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 surived the genocides so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the
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 communist threat, and gone
So they a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the of god is lost in the man
is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll never home
I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a
For who, march 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 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 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 I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf
I'll be one with god and one with you and else

[Immotal Technique
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 longer
And sometime far from when I recorded this
that history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it like
Read between the lines and free your
is the birth of equality
And the to oppression
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 is real over here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
Keeping the alive
my people.. goodnight..