Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call baby good
[Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just right dog?
[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you 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 rep, for all the niggaz 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 getting
Pray for my as a favor for holding me down
for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations found
the nation complacent radio stations now
Stop and contemplating the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them playin the we sayin
no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed in
Cause times a while we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fouls are than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages while I the pavement
Looking for payment saying enslavement
Usin the of old ancients
Announcing my to this music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us 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

[Immortal
Immortal 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 'till we one in the brain
And even my spirit will return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess board clean, of my pawns
The red don threat, burried and gone
So they invented a war, the goverment can on
It makes me wonder if the of god is lost in the man
This is for the of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest that'll never be known
And is for all the soliders that'll never come home
I wrote this for Momia, 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 I'll see you in
My destiny is to show the world, that the is real
Go back in time and this shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my children in the future, waiting to
People slowly dying on, waiting to leave
when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf
I'll be one with god and one with you and everything

[Immotal talking]
Yeah..
Volume 2 has been brought to you
By the of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no here
And far away from when I recorded this
Remember history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it look
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, don't let nobody I got along with
Try to songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The shit is real over man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for independent Hip Hop
The heart and of our culture
Keeping the alive
my people.. goodnight..