Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are only ...
is inside me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
what is
takes into
you get out
is what I
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
it fulfills me more
than you can
because two Hs are my
and it will be
are pen and paper
is never left me.
not rap for doing something
is rap because I
because is just
I every moment
because plasmo
in
I write line
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
page is a day
because rap gets away from the
is my world
the only they want,
because to be
not need money.
And I like being a of rap
I nothing more
to be in my
from evil
who want to see my final
goes rap
this really feels.
Poque there is always a feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only for their cause
when the kick inside to stay on hold,
no longer have because walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get from all evil
every feeling that from my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the heart of the
I it all, and look another
I am an
I him feel alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest goes
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when resist
strange happen
I have to wear foundation, pen,
You Go
is nothing, nothing and nobody,
qeu get leave after life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is more than a
beyond rap,
is something that into
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty words that are to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
was what you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
mother is not so to leave the institution by the rap
is the dream that you have a child, and nobody
the beat of rap
when my heart
I always rap
from the sun
until the last brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He learned of hiphop
class and school.
How much anger, hate and
I wasted in the
hiphop love me
I got robbed
was my only
my hope
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared because my one is a panic,
diary I write but not how to start
Ojas calling me
and is beginning to fade.
Find in pages
the marks of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the blog
we together
many phases
rap thanks I owe you than what you think.
How many I've cried
and destroyed the papers
how many nights did ablandole only my walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I more you want,
wanted to rap, more than you wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not always to write constantly,
which
try not to above,
a pen and birth will 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 this feeling, I MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to that people can hear me,
and knows than me,
my cries,
through my
that play when you get to their 5 senses,
With enough for me, I am too happy
rap makes me change
I see gray
write a lot, and affects me
everything 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 that a taken,
every thorn rankled,
and has always given me nothing.

You are what you want,
my company,
the rap for me is like my second family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy which I be without you.
My happiness, my are my and AIDS
Running my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my and life, doi thanks for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me things, and all have suffered,
these are the feelings I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my best
Few this is the feeling that never goes out
light 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