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

They are feelings ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
is asleep
which takes
you get out
is what I
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 will be
are pen and hearts
is that left me.
It's not rap for doing
is rap because I
this is just
I every moment
feelings plasmo
in
I every line
is to give to my notebook.
Is the book of my
page 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 being a of rap
I nothing more
to be in my
away evil
who want to see my final
goes rap
What this feels.
Poque there is always a dead feeling in 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 longer 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 is to listen to the heart of the first
I give it all, and look
I am an
I write him feel alive, is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the goes after
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when resist
strange happen
I have to wear foundation, pen,
You Go
is that nothing, and nobody,
qeu get after this life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is more than a
beyond rap,
is something that takes
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty words are used to fill
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
was what you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
mother is not so 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 always rap
the morning sun
until the last brings me to my bed
for you
for me is more serious
He more of hiphop
that and school.
How much anger, and love
I in the roles
hiphop me back
I got women
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 calling me
and is beginning to fade.
Find in pages
the marks of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the blog
we spent
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you than what you think.
How many I've cried
and have the papers
how many nights did only my fucking walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I more 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,
feelings are not
which out of me.
Each,
represent what I
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to convey that can hear me,
and knows more me,
my cries,
through my
that when you get to start their 5 senses,
With enough for me, I am too happy
rap only me change
I see color
write a lot, and affects me
happens to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you decide to writing,
be the day that my soul no longer to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
every thorn rankled,
and everything has always 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 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 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, always be me,
is you are the only reason I'm alive