Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

[Immortal No question, it's like the elders told me
No one person can do anything, but 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, comprises the artist and the
The pen and plays my savior while I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a for holding me down
for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the vibrations widely found
Facing the nation complacent radio now
hesitaing and contemplating the way we paitient
Start motivating and get playin the shit we sayin
Ain't no in this 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 cages while I pound the pavement
Looking for payment saying enslavement
the tools of old ancients
Announcing my engagment to music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir niggaz fear 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

[Immortal
Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir
Our family the genocides so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the
Living the revolution we catch one in the brain
And even then my spirit return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess board clean, of my enemies
The red don communist threat, burried and
So they a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is in the man
is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be
And this is for all the soliders that'll never home
I wrote for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, in the streets, and struggle for peace
For niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old Sashi
from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in
My is to show the world, that the music is real
Go back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the
And for my in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this on a library shelf
I'll be one with god and one with you and everything

[Immotal talking]
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has been to you
By the type of who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing album, and I'm no longer here
And far away from when I recorded this
that history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it like
Read between the lines and free mind
is the birth 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 my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The is real over here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for independent Hip Hop
The heart and of our culture
Keeping the truth
my people.. goodnight..