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 what I
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
because it 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 doing
is rap because I
because is just
I live every
feelings plasmo
in
I write every
is to life to my notebook.
Is the book of my
page is a day
because rap gets from the monotony
this is my
the world they 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 always a dead in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for cause
the charges kick inside to stay on hold,
no longer standing because walking to tell
rap is my way of escape and get away from all evil
every feeling that comes my pen is sincere
the is to listen to the heart of the first
I it all, and look 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
resist step
strange things
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 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 you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
is not so strange to leave the institution by the rap
is the dream that you have a child, and 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 something more
He learned more of
that and school.
How much anger, and love
I in the roles
hiphop me back
I got women
was my only
my only
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my becomes pale,
I'm because my one is missing a panic,
dear diary I write but not how to
Ojas calling me
and mine is to fade.
Find in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the notes
we together
many intense
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How many I've cried
and have destroyed the
how many nights did ablandole only my fucking
but few smiles you me (bis)
I more you want,
to rap, more 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 paper will see all my rhymes
to write, my is transformed,
the is the boss,
in my which leans
of I write,
or for I write,
are not words
crop out of me.
Each,
represent what I
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 that people can me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
play when you get to start their 5 senses,
With that enough for me, I am too
rap only makes me
I see gray
write a lot, and affects me
happens to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you to stop writing,
be the day that my no longer wants to be here.
And is that a taken,
every that 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 which I be without you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
Running my DNA as nda,
in my skin, my soul
you are my death and life, doi for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me things, and all have suffered,
these are the feelings I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my best
Few understand this is the that never goes out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, always be me,
is that you are the reason I'm alive