Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are feelings ...
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 ...
...
pure 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
this is just
I live every
feelings plasmo
in
I every line
is to give to my notebook.
Is the book of my
page is a day
because rap gets away the monotony
is my world
the only world want,
to be happy
not your money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I need more
to be in my
from evil
who just to see my final
goes rap
What this feels.
Poque there is always a dead in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only for their cause
when the kick inside to stay on hold,
no longer have standing because walking to
because rap is my way of escape and get away from all
every feeling comes from my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the 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
resist step
strange happen
I have to wear foundation, pen,
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
beyond rap,
is something that takes
and no one will
is nothing but empty that are used to fill
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to leave the by the rap
is the dream that you have a child, and removes
feel the of rap
my heart beats
I accompanies rap
from the sun
until the last yawning me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He more of hiphop
class and school.
How much anger, and love
I in the roles
love me back
I got robbed
was my only
my hope
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my becomes 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
the marks of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we spent
many intense
rap thanks I owe you more what you think.
How many I've cried
and have the papers
how many nights did only my fuc*** walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I want you want,
to rap, more than you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help always to 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 this feeling, I MC.
You know (Because!)
I like to convey that can hear me,
and knows more 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
happens 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 thorn rankled,
and everything has always me nothing.

You are what you want,
my company,
because the rap for me is my second family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy which I be without you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
Running my DNA as nda,
in my skin, my soul
you are my death and life, doi for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It to me many things, and all have suffered,
these are the which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my best
Few understand this is the that never goes out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I no fear, always be with me,
is that you are the only reason I'm