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 takes
you get out
is I feel
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
it fulfills me more
than you can
because two Hs are my
and it always be
are pen and hearts
is that never me.
It's not rap for something
is rap because I
this is just
I live every
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 from the
this is my
the only they want,
to be happy
not your money.
And I like being a of rap
I need nothing
to be in my
away evil
who just to see my final
beyond rap
What really feels.
Poque there is always a feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO that and hit pieces,
of the heart,
only beats for their cause
when the charges inside to stay on hold,
no have standing because walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get from all evil
every feeling comes from my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the heart of the
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 days
when step
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 something takes into
and no one snatch
is but empty words that are used to fill
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
was what you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to leave the by the rap
is the dream that you have a child, and removes
the beat of rap
when my beats
I always rap
from the sun
until the last yawning me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He learned of hiphop
that and school.
How much anger, hate and
I wasted in the
love me back
I got robbed
was my company
my hope
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared because my one is a panic,
dear diary I but not how to start
Ojas calling me
and is beginning to fade.
tears in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we spent
intense phases
rap I owe you more than what you think.
How many times I've
and have the papers
how many nights did ablandole only my walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I more you want,
to rap, more than 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 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 feeling, I hico MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to convey that can hear me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
that play when you get to their 5 senses,
that enough for me, I am too happy
rap only me change
I see color
write a lot, and nothing me
everything to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you to stop writing,
be the day that my soul no longer to be here.
And is that a taken,
thorn that rankled,
and everything has given me nothing.

You are what you want,
my company,
the rap for me is like 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 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 never goes out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I no fear, always be with me,
is that you are the reason I'm alive