Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (en inglés)

They are feelings ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
is asleep
which takes
you get out
is what I
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
It's feeling,
I to do rap
because it me more
you can imagine
because two Hs are my
and it will be
are pen and paper
is never left me.
It's not rap for something
is rap because I
because this is
I every moment
feelings plasmo
in
I every line
is to life to my notebook.
Is the book of my
page is a day
because rap gets from the monotony
this is my
the only they want,
because to be
not need money.
And I like being a of rap
I need nothing
to be in my
away from
who just to see my final
goes rap
What this feels.
Poque is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only for their cause
when the charges inside to stay on hold,
no longer have because walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get from all evil
every feeling that comes my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the heart of the
I give it all, and look
I am an
I write him feel alive, is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest after
for me rap
24,7,33
and days
when step
strange things
I have to foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is that nothing, and nobody,
qeu get leave this life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is than a feeling
beyond rap,
is that takes into
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty that are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so to leave the institution by the rap
is the dream you have a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my heart
I accompanies rap
from the sun
the last yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He more of hiphop
that and school.
How anger, hate and love
I in the roles
hiphop me back
I got robbed
was my only
my only
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my becomes pale,
I'm because my one is missing a panic,
dear diary I write but not how to
Ojas your me
and is beginning to fade.
Find tears in
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the notes
we spent
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you than what you think.
How many times cried
and have the papers
how many nights did only my fucking walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I want you want,
wanted to rap, more you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not always to write constantly,
warrior
try not to above,
a pen and birth will see all my rhymes
to write, my is transformed,
the is the boss,
in my mind which
of I write,
or for I write,
are not words
which out of me.
Each,
what I feel
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was feeling, I hico MC.
You know (Because!)
I to convey that people can hear me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
that when you get to start their 5 senses,
With enough for me, I am too happy
rap only makes me
I see color
write a lot, and affects me
everything to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you decide to writing,
be the day my soul no longer wants to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
every that rankled,
and everything has given me nothing.

You are what you want,
my company,
because the rap for me is my second family,
of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain, sadness
envy, joy which would I be you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
through my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my and life, doi thanks for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me many things, and all suffered,
these are the feelings I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my sense
Few this is the feeling that never goes out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, be with me,
is you are the only reason I'm alive