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

They are only ...
is inside me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
which takes
you get out
is I feel
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
It's feeling,
I to do rap
because it me more
than you can
two Hs are my life
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 moment
because plasmo
in
I write every
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
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 being a of rap
I need more
to be in my
away from
who want to see my final
beyond rap
What this feels.
there is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for cause
when the charges kick inside to on hold,
no longer standing because 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 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 more a feeling
goes rap,
is something that into
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty that are used to fill
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to leave the by the rap
is the dream that you have a child, and nobody
feel the of rap
when my heart
I always rap
the morning sun
until the last yawning me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He learned of hiphop
class and school.
How much anger, hate and
I in the roles
hiphop love me
I got robbed
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 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 together
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How many times I've
and destroyed the papers
how many nights did ablandole my fucking walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I more you want,
wanted to rap, than you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help 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 mind which
of I write,
or for I write,
are not words
which out of me.
Each,
represent 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 to convey that people can hear me,
and knows more me,
my cries,
through my
that play you get to start their 5 senses,
that enough for me, I am too happy
rap only makes me
I see gray
write a lot, and nothing me
everything 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 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 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 and life, doi thanks for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It to me many things, and all have suffered,
these are the feelings which I
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, be with me,
is that you are the only I'm alive