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

They are feelings ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
which into
you get out
is I feel
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
It's feeling,
I to do rap
because it fulfills me
you can imagine
because two Hs are my
and it always be
are pen and hearts
is that never me.
not rap for doing something
is rap because I
because this is
I live moment
because plasmo
in
I write every
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
because rap away from the monotony
this is my
the only they want,
to be happy
not your money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I need more
to be in my
away evil
who just want to see my
beyond rap
What this feels.
Poque is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for their
when the kick inside to stay on hold,
no longer have standing because walking to
because rap is my way of and get away from all evil
every feeling that comes from my pen is
the is to listen to the heart 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 after
for me rap
24,7,33
and days
when resist
things happen
I have to wear foundation, pen,
You Go
is nothing, nothing and nobody,
qeu get leave this life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is more a feeling
beyond rap,
is something that into
and no one will
is nothing but empty words that are used to
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to leave the by the rap
is the dream that you a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my heart
I accompanies rap
from the sun
until the yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He more of hiphop
class and school.
How anger, hate and love
I wasted in the
love me back
I got robbed
was my company
my only
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm because my one is missing a panic,
dear I write but not how to start
your calling me
and is beginning 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 than what you think.
How many I've cried
and have the papers
how many did ablandole only my fucking walls
but few smiles you me (bis)
I want you want,
wanted to rap, more you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help to write constantly,
warrior
try not to above,
a pen and birth 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
which out of me.
Each,
represent I feel
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You know (Because!)
I like to that people can hear me,
and knows more me,
my cries,
through my
that play you get to start their 5 senses,
With enough for me, I am too happy
rap makes me change
I see gray
a lot, and nothing affects me
everything 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 a hihop taken,
every that rankled,
and has always given me nothing.

You are you most want,
my company,
the rap for me is like my second family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy which would I be you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
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 many things, and all suffered,
these are the feelings I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my best
Few understand this is the feeling never goes out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, be with me,
is you are the only reason I'm alive