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

They are feelings ...
is inside me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
is asleep
which into
you get out
is I feel
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
it fulfills me more
than you can
because two Hs are my
and it always be
are pen and hearts
is that left me.
not rap for doing something
is rap because I
because this is
I live moment
feelings plasmo
in
I write every
is to life to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
because rap gets from the monotony
is my world
the only world want,
because to be
not your money.
And I like being a of rap
I need more
to be in my
away evil
who just want to see my
goes rap
this really feels.
Poque there is always a dead feeling in heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for cause
when the kick inside to stay on hold,
no longer standing 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 of the first
I it all, and look another
I am an
I him feel alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest goes
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when step
things happen
I to wear foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is nothing, nothing and nobody,
qeu get leave after this
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is than a feeling
beyond rap,
is something that into
and no one will
is nothing but empty words are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
is not so strange to leave the institution by the rap
is the that you have a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my heart
I always rap
from the sun
until the yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is more serious
He learned of hiphop
class and school.
How much anger, and love
I in the roles
hiphop me back
I got robbed
was my only
my hope
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm because my one is missing a panic,
dear I write but not how to start
your calling me
and is beginning to fade.
Find tears in
the marks of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the notes
we together
many phases
rap I owe you more than what you think.
How many I've cried
and have the papers
how many nights did ablandole only my fucking
but few you gave me (bis)
I more you want,
wanted to rap, more you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help always to constantly,
warrior
try not to above,
a pen and paper will see all my rhymes
to write, my is transformed,
the is the boss,
in my mind leans
of I write,
or for I write,
are not words
which out of me.
Each,
represent what I
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
I have inside, not even I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to convey that can hear me,
and knows more me,
my cries,
through my
that when you get to start their 5 senses,
With that enough for me, I am too
rap makes me change
I see gray
write a lot, and nothing me
happens to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you to stop writing,
be the day my soul no longer wants to be here.
And is that a taken,
thorn that rankled,
and everything has always me nothing.

You are you most want,
my company,
because the rap for me is my second family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy would I be without you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
Running 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 heard
but my rap is my best
Few understand this is the feeling that goes out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, always be me,
is that you are the only reason I'm