Luyện nghe bài hát One [remix]

[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last baby it's good
[Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just right dog?
[Akir:] Before we get here, you gotta drop one last 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 ain't here right now
[Akir:] The tip, the One Remix, yo

One Enterprises, the artist and the sound
The pen and paper my savior while I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me
Slave for my papers as I savor the way it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations found
Facing the nation radio stations now
Stop and contemplating the way we paitient
Start and get them playin the shit we sayin
Ain't no delayin in this war that we slayed in
Cause times a waistin we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fouls are than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages I pound the pavement
Looking for payment 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 never wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a
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 my nigga Akir
Our surived the genocides so we can be here
And now we the aftermath, one in the same
Living the 'till we catch 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 invented a war, the goverment can 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 come home
I wrote this for Momia, in a beast
For who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace
For niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie 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 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 in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a shelf
I'll be one with god and one you and everything else

[Immotal talking]
Yeah..
Volume 2 has been brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no here
And sometime far from when I recorded this
that history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it like
between the lines and free your mind
Revolution is the of equality
And the anti-thesis to
But this is only built for real
So when I'm gone, let nobody I never got along with
Try to songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The shit is over here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting Hip Hop
The heart and soul of our
Keeping the truth
my people.. goodnight..