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

They are feelings ...
is inside me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
what is
which takes
you get out
is what I
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
because it fulfills me
than you can
because two Hs are my
and it will be
are pen and hearts
is that left me.
It's not rap for doing
is rap I feel
because is just
I live moment
because plasmo
in
I write line
is to give to my notebook.
Is the book of my
each is a day
because rap gets from the monotony
this is my
the only world want,
because to be
not your money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I need nothing
to be in my
away from
who want 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,
only beats 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 from my pen is sincere
the role is to to the heart 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 goes after
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when resist
things happen
I have to foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is that nothing, and nobody,
qeu get leave after life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is than a feeling
beyond rap,
is something that takes
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty words that are to fill
our and end
rap never 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 beats
I accompanies rap
from the sun
the last yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He more of hiphop
class and school.
How anger, hate and love
I in the roles
love me back
I got women
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 diary I but not how to start
Ojas your me
and mine is to fade.
Find in pages
the marks of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the notes
we together
many intense
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How many times cried
and have the papers
how many did ablandole only my fucking walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I more you want,
wanted to rap, more than you wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help to write constantly,
which
try not to above,
a pen and birth will see all my rhymes
to write, my is transformed,
the is the boss,
in my which leans
of I write,
or for I write,
feelings are not
which out of me.
Each,
what I feel
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I inside, not even I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to convey that can hear me,
and knows than me,
my cries,
through my
that play when you get to start 5 senses,
With enough for me, I am too happy
rap only me change
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 that my no longer wants to be here.
And is that a taken,
every thorn rankled,
and everything has always me nothing.

You are you most want,
my company,
the rap for me is like my second family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy which would I be you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
Running my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my death and life, doi thanks for my
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 sense
Few understand this is the feeling that never out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I no fear, always be with me,
is you are the only reason I'm alive