Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

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

[Immortal Technique:] No question, it's the elders told me
No one person can do anything, but everyone can do
So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that here right now
The outro tip, the One Remix, yo

One Enterprises, the artist and the sound
The pen and paper plays my savior I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a for holding me down
Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it
It's underground, but the vibrations widely found
Facing the nation complacent radio now
Stop hesitaing and the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them the shit we sayin
Ain't no in this war that we gettin slayed in
Cause a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fouls are more flagrant
And so I see the cages while I pound the pavement
for payment saying fuck enslavement
Usin the of old ancients
Announcing my engagment to this that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't come wack (never!)
Immortal and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's 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 Technique in the trenches with my Akir
Our family the genocides so we can be here
And now we the aftermath, one in the same
Living the revolution 'till we one in the brain
And even then my spirit will return in form
And wipe the chess clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don threat, burried and gone
So they a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me if the word 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, stuck in a
For who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, rocking Versace
Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz in a cell
Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll 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
People slowly dying on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a shelf
be one with god and one with 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 this album, and I'm no longer
And sometime far away from when I recorded
that history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled made it look like
between the lines and free 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 beats or my
The is real over here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting Hip Hop
The and soul of our culture
the truth alive
my people.. goodnight..