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 into
you get out
is I feel
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 paper
is that never me.
It's not rap for something
is rap I feel
because is just
I live moment
feelings plasmo
in
I write line
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
because rap gets from the monotony
is my world
the only world want,
to be happy
not need money.
And I like being a of rap
I need nothing
to be in my
away from
who just to see my final
goes rap
What really feels.
Poque there is always a dead in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for cause
when the charges kick inside to on hold,
no have standing because walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get away 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 another
I am an
I write him feel alive, is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest goes
for me rap
24,7,33
and days
when resist
strange things
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 more a feeling
beyond rap,
is something that into
and no one snatch
is but empty words that are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
is not so strange to leave the institution by the rap
is the dream that you have a child, and removes
feel the of rap
my heart beats
I accompanies rap
the morning sun
until the last yawning me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He more of hiphop
class and school.
How anger, hate and love
I in the roles
hiphop love me
I got women
was my only
my only
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my becomes pale,
I'm scared my one is missing a panic,
dear diary I write but not how to
Ojas calling me
and mine is to fade.
Find tears in
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the blog
we spent
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you more what you think.
How many times I've
and have destroyed the
how many nights did ablandole only my walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I want you want,
wanted to rap, than you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help always to 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,
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 know (Because!)
I to convey that people can hear me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
that when you get to start their 5 senses,
With enough for me, I am too happy
rap makes me change
I see color
write a lot, and nothing me
everything to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you decide to writing,
be the day my soul no longer wants to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
every thorn rankled,
and everything has always me nothing.

You are you most want,
my company,
because the rap for me is my second family,
of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain, sadness
envy, joy which I be without you.
My happiness, my are my and AIDS
Running my DNA as nda,
in my skin, my soul
you are my death and life, doi thanks for my
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 feeling never goes out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, always be me,
is that you are the only I'm alive