Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

[Immortal Technique:] No question, like the elders told me
No one person can do anything, but 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, comprises the and the sound
The pen and paper plays my savior I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for me down
Slave for my as I savor the way that it pounds
underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found
Facing the nation radio stations now
hesitaing and contemplating the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them playin the shit we
Ain't no delayin in this war that we slayed in
Cause times a while we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fouls are more than
And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the
Looking for payment fuck enslavement
Usin the tools of old
Announcing my engagment to this music we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we never come wack (never!)
Immortal and Akir y'all 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
Immortal Technique in the trenches with my nigga
Our surived the genocides 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 spirit will in heavenly form
And wipe the board clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, burried and
So invented a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is in the man
This is for the of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll come home
I wrote this for Momia, in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never Versace
Eddie cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, I'll see you in hell
My destiny is to show the world, that the music is
Go back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the
And for my children in the future, to breathe
People dying hanging on, waiting to leave
when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf
I'll be one with god and one you and everything 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 album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
that history
Isn't the way the controlled media made it look like
Read between the lines and free your
is the birth of equality
And the anti-thesis to
But this is built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got along
Try to make kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The is real over here man
you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
Keeping the alive
my people.. goodnight..