Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

One Enterprises, comprises the and the sound
The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me
Slave for my papers as I the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely
the nation complacent radio stations now
Stop and contemplating the way we paitient
Start and get them playin the shit we sayin
Ain't no delayin in war that we gettin slayed in
Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to
fouls are more than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the
Looking for payment saying enslavement
Usin the tools of old
Announcing my engagment to this music 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
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 with my nigga
Our family surived the so we can be here
And now we the aftermath, one in the same
Living the revolution we catch one in the brain
And even then my will return in heavenly form
And the chess board clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, and gone
So they invented a war, the goverment can on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be
And this is for all the that'll never come home
I wrote for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never Versace
Eddie cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker see you in hell
My destiny is to show the world, the music is real
Go back in and play this shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my in the future, waiting to breathe
slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a shelf
I'll be one with god and one 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 I recorded this
Remember that
Isn't the way the controlled media made it look like
Read between the lines and your mind
Revolution is the birth of
And the to oppression
But is only built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, let nobody I never got along with
Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my or my vocals
The shit is real here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting Hip Hop
The heart and of our culture
the truth alive
my people.. goodnight..