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

They are only ...
is inside me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
what is
takes into
you get out
is what I
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
pure 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 that never me.
It's not rap for something
is rap because I
because is just
I every moment
feelings plasmo
in
I write line
is to life to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
because rap away from the monotony
this is my
the only they want,
because to be
not need money.
And I like a prisoner of rap
I need nothing
to be in my
from evil
who want to see my final
goes rap
What really feels.
Poque there is always a feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO that and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that beats for their cause
the charges kick inside to stay on hold,
no longer have standing walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get from all evil
feeling that comes from my pen is sincere
the is to listen to the heart of the first
I it all, and look another
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
resist step
strange happen
I to wear foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is nothing, 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 words that are used to fill
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
mother is not so to leave the institution by the rap
is the that you have a child, and nobody removes
feel the of rap
my heart beats
I accompanies rap
the morning sun
until the last brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He more of hiphop
class and school.
How much anger, hate and
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 scared my one is missing a panic,
diary I write but not how to start
Ojas your me
and mine is to fade.
tears in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the blog
we spent
many phases
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How many I've 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 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 which
of I write,
or for I write,
feelings are not
which out of me.
Each,
represent what I
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was feeling, I hico MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to convey that people can me,
and knows than me,
my cries,
through my
play when you get to start their 5 senses,
With that enough for me, I am too
rap makes me change
I see color
a lot, and nothing 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 has always 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 would I be you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
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 many things, and all suffered,
are the feelings which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my sense
Few understand this is the that never goes out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, be with me,
is that you are the only I'm alive