Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

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
it fulfills me more
than you can
because two Hs are my
and it will be
are pen and hearts
is that left me.
not rap for doing something
is rap I feel
because is just
I live every
because feelings
in
I write line
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,
because to be
not your money.
And I like being a of rap
I nothing more
to be in my
away from
who want to see my final
goes rap
What this feels.
there is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO that and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that beats for their cause
when the charges kick to stay on hold,
no have standing because walking to tell
rap is my way of escape and get away from all evil
every that comes from my pen is sincere
the is to listen to the heart of the first
I give it all, and another
I am an
I write him alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest goes
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when step
things happen
I to wear 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 than a
beyond rap,
is something takes into
and no one will
is but empty words that are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
was what you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to leave the by the rap
is the that you have 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 something serious
He learned more of
that and school.
How anger, hate and love
I wasted in the
love me back
I got robbed
was my only
my only
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared because my one is a panic,
dear diary I write but not how to
Ojas your me
and mine is to fade.
Find in pages
the marks of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we spent
many intense
rap thanks I owe you than what you think.
How many I've cried
and have the papers
how many nights did ablandole only my fuc***
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 always to write constantly,
warrior
try not to above,
a pen and paper birth see all my rhymes
to write, my is transformed,
the is the boss,
in my which leans
of I write,
or for I write,
feelings are not
crop out of me.
Each,
represent I feel
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was feeling, I hico MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to convey that people can 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
a lot, and nothing affects me
everything 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 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 cancer and
through my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my death and life, doi for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me many things, and all suffered,
these are the feelings which I
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my sense
Few this is the feeling that never goes out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, be with me,
is that you are the reason I'm alive