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

They are only ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
takes into
you get out
is what I
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
pure 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 that never me.
It's not rap for something
is rap I feel
because is just
I every moment
because feelings
in
I write every
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
rap gets away from the monotony
this is my
the only they want,
to be happy
not need money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I need more
to be in my
away evil
who just to see my final
beyond rap
What this feels.
Poque is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that beats for their cause
when the charges kick inside to on hold,
no have standing because walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get away 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 goes after
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 more than a
goes rap,
is something that takes
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty words that are used to
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 removes
the beat 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
that and school.
How anger, hate and love
I wasted in the
love me back
I got women
was my only
my hope
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my becomes pale,
I'm because my one is missing a panic,
dear diary I but not how to start
your calling me
and mine is to fade.
Find tears in
leaving the of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we together
many intense
rap I owe you more than what you think.
How many I've cried
and destroyed the papers
how many nights did only my fucking walls
but few smiles you 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,
warrior
try not to above,
a pen and paper birth will see all my
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 inside, not even I know,
It was feeling, I hico MC.
You know (Because!)
I to convey that people can hear me,
and knows more me,
my cries,
through my
that play you get to start their 5 senses,
With that for me, I am too happy
rap only makes me
I see gray
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 a hihop taken,
every thorn rankled,
and everything has given 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 I be without you.
My happiness, my are my and AIDS
through my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my death and life, doi for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me things, and all have suffered,
these are the feelings which I
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my sense
Few understand this is the feeling never goes out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I no fear, always be with me,
is that you are the reason I'm alive