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
it fulfills me more
than you can
because two Hs are my
and it always be
are pen and paper
is never left me.
not rap for doing something
is rap I feel
because is just
I live every
because feelings
in
I write line
is to life to my notebook.
Is the book of my
each is a day
rap gets away from the monotony
this is my
the only world want,
because to be
not your money.
And I like a prisoner of rap
I need nothing
to be in my
away from
who just to see my final
beyond rap
What this feels.
Poque is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO that and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for cause
when the charges kick inside to on hold,
no have standing because walking to tell
because rap is my way of and get away from all evil
feeling that comes from my pen is sincere
the is to listen to the heart of the first
I give it all, and another
I am an
I write him feel alive, is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest goes
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when resist
strange happen
I have to 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 a feeling
goes rap,
is that takes into
and no one snatch
is but empty words that are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
is not so strange to leave the institution by the rap
is the dream that you a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my heart
I accompanies rap
the morning sun
until the last brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He more of hiphop
class and school.
How much anger, and love
I wasted in the
hiphop love me
I got robbed
was my company
my only
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared my one is missing a panic,
dear diary I but not how to start
Ojas your me
and mine is to fade.
Find tears in
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the notes
we together
many phases
rap thanks I owe you than what you think.
How times I've cried
and have the papers
how many nights did ablandole only my walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I want you want,
wanted to rap, more you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help always to constantly,
which
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,
are not words
which out of me.
Each,
what I feel
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 more me,
my cries,
through my
that play when you get to start 5 senses,
that enough for me, I am too happy
rap only makes me
I see gray
write a lot, and nothing me
happens to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you to stop writing,
be the day my soul no longer wants to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
every thorn rankled,
and everything has always me nothing.

You are you most want,
my company,
because the rap for me is like my family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy would I be without you.
My happiness, my are my and AIDS
Running 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,
these are the which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my best
Few understand this is the that never goes out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, be with me,
is that you are the only reason I'm