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

They are feelings ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
which into
you get out
is what I
in
is more 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 paper
is never left me.
It's not rap for something
is rap because I
because is just
I every moment
because feelings
in
I write every
is to give to my notebook.
Is the book of my
page is a day
because rap gets away the monotony
is my world
the world they want,
because to be
not your money.
And I like being a of rap
I need more
to be in my
away evil
who want to see my final
beyond rap
What this feels.
Poque there is always a dead feeling in heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
only beats for their cause
when the charges kick inside to on hold,
no longer have standing walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get away from all
every feeling 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 write him alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest after
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
resist step
strange 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 than a feeling
goes rap,
is that takes into
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty words that are used to
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so to leave the institution by the rap
is the dream you have a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my beats
I always rap
from the sun
until the yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He learned of hiphop
class and school.
How much anger, hate and
I wasted in the
hiphop me back
I got robbed
was my only
my hope
so I when 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 calling me
and is beginning to fade.
Find tears in
the marks of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we together
many phases
rap thanks I owe you more what you think.
How many times cried
and have destroyed the
how many nights did ablandole only my fucking
but few smiles you me (bis)
I want you want,
wanted to rap, than you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help to write constantly,
warrior
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 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,
I have inside, not even I know,
It was feeling, I hico MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to convey that can hear me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
play when you get to start their 5 senses,
With that for me, I am too happy
rap only 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 that a taken,
every thorn 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 would 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 things, and all have suffered,
these are the which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
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 no fear, always be with me,
is that you are the only reason I'm