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 I feel
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
it fulfills me more
than you can
two Hs are my life
and it always be
are pen and hearts
is never left me.
It's not rap for doing
is rap because I
because is just
I live every
because feelings
in
I write line
is to life to my notebook.
Is the of my history
page is a day
because rap gets from the monotony
this is my
the only world want,
to be happy
not need money.
And I like a prisoner of rap
I nothing more
to be in my
away evil
who just want to see my
goes rap
this really feels.
Poque there is a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only for their cause
when the charges kick to stay on hold,
no longer standing because walking to tell
rap is my way of escape and get away from all evil
every that comes 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 this life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is than a feeling
goes rap,
is something that takes
and no one will
is nothing but words that are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to leave the by the rap
is the dream you have a child, and nobody removes
feel the of rap
when my heart
I accompanies rap
the morning sun
until the last yawning me to my bed
for you
for me is more 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 company
my hope
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared my one is missing a panic,
dear I write but not how to start
your calling me
and mine is to fade.
Find tears in
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the notes
we together
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you more what you think.
How many times I've
and have destroyed the
how many nights did ablandole only my fucking
but few smiles you me (bis)
I more you want,
wanted to rap, 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 birth 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,
are not words
which out of me.
Each,
represent I feel
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was feeling, I hico MC.
You know (Because!)
I like to convey people can hear me,
and knows more me,
my cries,
through my
that play you get to start their 5 senses,
With that enough for me, I am too
rap only makes me
I see color
a lot, and nothing affects me
everything to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you to stop writing,
be the day that my soul no 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,
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
Running my DNA as nda,
in my skin, my soul
you are my death and life, doi thanks for my
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me things, and all have suffered,
these are the which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my best
Few understand this is the feeling that never out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, be with me,
is you are the only reason I'm alive