Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are feelings ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
which takes
you get out
is I feel
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
It's 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 that left me.
It's not rap for doing
is rap because I
this is just
I live moment
feelings plasmo
in
I write every
is to life to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
because rap gets away the monotony
is my world
the only world want,
because to be
not need money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I need more
to be in my
from evil
who just to see my final
beyond rap
What really feels.
Poque there is always a dead feeling in heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that beats for their cause
the charges kick inside to stay on hold,
no have 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 role is to listen to the 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 goes after
for me rap
24,7,33
and days
when step
things happen
I to wear foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is that nothing, and nobody,
qeu get leave after life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is than a feeling
goes rap,
is something that takes
and no one will
is nothing but words that are used to fill
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so to leave the institution by the rap
is the dream you have a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my beats
I accompanies rap
the morning sun
until the yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He learned more of
class and school.
How anger, hate and love
I in the roles
hiphop me back
I got women
was my company
my hope
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my becomes pale,
I'm scared my one is missing a panic,
dear I write but not how to start
Ojas calling me
and mine is to fade.
tears in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the notes
we together
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you more what you think.
How many I've cried
and have destroyed the
how nights did ablandole only my fuc*** walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I more you want,
to rap, more than 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 birth 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,
I have inside, not even I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You know (Because!)
I like to convey people can hear me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
that play you get to start their 5 senses,
that enough for me, I am too happy
rap makes me change
I see color
write a lot, and nothing me
happens to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you to stop writing,
be the day that my soul no wants to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
every thorn rankled,
and everything has given me nothing.

You are you most 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 cancer and
Running 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,
are the feelings which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my best
Few understand this is the feeling that goes out
light 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