Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

One Enterprises, the artist and the sound
The pen and plays my savior while I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for me down
for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations 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 delayin in this war we gettin slayed in
Cause times a waistin while we adjacent to abrasions
They are more than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages while I the pavement
Looking for saying fuck enslavement
Usin the of old ancients
Announcing my engagment to this that we making
no faking on tracks, and we ain't never 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
Immortal Technique in the with my nigga Akir
Our family surived the genocides so we can be
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the
Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the
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 of god is lost in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the
is for the illest emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll never come
I wrote this for Momia, in a beast
For who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, rugged, never rocking Versace
Ramierez's 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 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 children in the future, waiting to
slowly dying hanging on, waiting 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 everything

[Immotal talking]
Yeah..
Revolutionary 2 has been brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't of shit
And if you this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away when I recorded this
Remember history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media it look like
Read between the lines and free your
Revolution is the birth of
And the anti-thesis to
But this is only for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, let nobody 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 supporting Hip Hop
The heart and of our culture
Keeping the truth
my people.. goodnight..