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

They are only ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
is asleep
which into
you get out
is what I
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
It's feeling,
I to do rap
because it fulfills me
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
this is just
I live moment
because feelings
in
I write every
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
because rap gets away the monotony
is my world
the world they want,
to be happy
not need money.
And I like being a of rap
I need more
to be in my
from evil
who just want to see my
goes rap
What this feels.
Poque there is always a dead in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
only beats for their cause
when the kick inside to stay on hold,
no longer have standing because walking to
because rap is my way of escape and get from all evil
feeling that comes from my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the heart of the
I give it all, and 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 days
when step
things happen
I have to wear foundation, pen,
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
goes rap,
is that takes into
and no one will
is nothing but empty words that are to fill
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
was what you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to leave the by the rap
is the dream that you have a child, and nobody
feel the of rap
when my heart
I always rap
the morning sun
until the last brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He learned of hiphop
class and school.
How anger, hate and love
I wasted in the
love me back
I got robbed
was my only
my only
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared because my one is a panic,
dear diary I but not how to start
Ojas calling me
and is beginning to fade.
tears in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the blog
we spent
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How times I've cried
and have destroyed the
how many nights did ablandole only my walls
but few smiles you me (bis)
I want you want,
to rap, more than you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not always to write constantly,
which
try not to above,
a pen and paper birth 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,
what I inside, not even I know,
It was feeling, I hico MC.
You why? (Because!)
I to convey that people 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 makes me change
I see gray
write a lot, and nothing me
everything to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you decide to writing,
be the day that my soul no longer to be here.
And is that a taken,
every 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 which I be without you.
My happiness, my are my and AIDS
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 which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my sense
Few understand this is the feeling that never out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, always be me,
is that you are the only I'm alive