Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are only ...
is inside me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
is asleep
which takes
you get out
is I feel
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
it fulfills me more
than you can
two Hs are my life
and it always be
are pen and paper
is never left me.
It's not rap for doing
is rap I feel
this is just
I every moment
because feelings
in
I every line
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
rap gets away from the monotony
this is my
the only world want,
to be happy
not need money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I need nothing
to be in my
away evil
who just want to see my
goes rap
What really feels.
Poque there is a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for their
the charges kick inside to stay on hold,
no have standing because walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get away from all
every that comes from my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the heart of the
I give it all, and look
I am an
I write him alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest after
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when step
strange things
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 a feeling
goes 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 strange to leave the by the rap
is the dream you have a child, and nobody removes
feel the of rap
when my beats
I always rap
the morning sun
until the yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He learned more of
that and school.
How anger, hate and love
I wasted in the
hiphop me back
I got robbed
was my company
my hope
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared because my one is a panic,
dear I write but not how to start
your calling me
and is beginning to fade.
Find in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the blog
we together
many intense
rap thanks I owe you more what you think.
How many times cried
and have the papers
how nights did ablandole only my fuc*** walls
but few smiles you 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,
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 leans
of I write,
or for I write,
are not words
which out of me.
Each,
what 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 like to that people can hear me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
that play when you get to start 5 senses,
With that enough for me, I am too
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 that my soul no longer to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
thorn that rankled,
and has always given me nothing.

You are you most want,
my company,
because the rap for me is like my family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy which I be without you.
My happiness, my are my and AIDS
through my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my death and life, doi thanks for my
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me things, and all have suffered,
are the feelings which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my best
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 only I'm alive