Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are only ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
which into
you get out
is what I
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
It's feeling,
I to do rap
because it me more
you can imagine
because two Hs are my
and it always be
are pen and hearts
is that never me.
It's not rap for something
is rap because I
because this is
I live every
because plasmo
in
I every line
is to life to my notebook.
Is the book of my
each is a day
because rap gets away the monotony
is my world
the only world want,
to be happy
not your money.
And I like a prisoner of rap
I need more
to be in my
away evil
who want to see my final
goes rap
What this feels.
Poque is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO that and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for their
the charges kick inside to stay on hold,
no longer standing because walking to tell
because rap is my way of and get away from all evil
every feeling that from my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the heart of the
I give it all, and another
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 days
when step
things happen
I have to foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is nothing, 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 into
and no one will
is nothing but empty words 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 dream that you have a child, and removes
the beat of rap
when my beats
I always rap
from the sun
the last yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He learned more of
class and school.
How much anger, and love
I in the roles
hiphop love me
I got women
was my only
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 your me
and is beginning to fade.
Find in pages
the marks of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the blog
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 ablandole my fuc*** walls
but few smiles you me (bis)
I more you want,
wanted to rap, more than you wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help always to 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 which leans
of I write,
or for I write,
feelings are not
which out of me.
Each,
what I feel
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You know (Because!)
I like to convey that can hear 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 makes 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 no longer wants to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
thorn that rankled,
and has always given 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
through my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my and life, doi thanks for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It to me many things, and all have suffered,
these are the feelings I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my sense
Few understand this is the feeling that goes out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, always be me,
is you are the only reason I'm alive