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

They are only ...
is inside me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
is asleep
which 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
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 this is
I every moment
because feelings
in
I write line
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
because rap gets from the monotony
is my world
the world they want,
because to be
not your 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 always a feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO that and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only for their cause
when the charges kick to stay on hold,
no longer have standing walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get away from all
every feeling that comes my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the of the first
I give it all, and look
I am an
I him feel alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest goes
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
resist step
strange happen
I to wear foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is that nothing, and nobody,
qeu get leave after this
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is than a feeling
beyond rap,
is something that takes
and no one will
is nothing but empty words that are to fill
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to the institution by the rap
is the that you have a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my beats
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
that and school.
How much anger, hate and
I wasted in the
hiphop love me
I got women
was my only
my only
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared because my one is a panic,
dear I write but not how to start
Ojas calling me
and mine is to fade.
Find tears in
leaving the of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we spent
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How times I've cried
and have destroyed the
how many nights did ablandole only my fucking
but few you gave me (bis)
I want 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 which leans
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 this feeling, I 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 enough for me, I am too happy
rap only makes me
I see gray
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 soul no wants to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
every thorn rankled,
and has always given me nothing.

You are what you want,
my company,
because the rap for me is like my family,
of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain, sadness
envy, joy which would I be 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,
are the feelings which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my best
Few this is the feeling that never goes out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, always be me,
is that you are the only I'm alive