Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are feelings ...
is inside me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
what is
which takes
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 paper
is that never me.
It's not rap for something
is rap I feel
because this is
I live moment
because plasmo
in
I write every
is to life to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
rap gets away from the monotony
this is my
the world they want,
to be happy
not your money.
And I like 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 only for their cause
when the charges kick inside to on hold,
no longer have standing because 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 of the first
I give it all, and 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 days
when resist
strange happen
I have to foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is that nothing, and nobody,
qeu get after this life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is than a feeling
beyond rap,
is something that into
and no one will
is nothing but words that are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to 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 last yawning me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He more of hiphop
that and school.
How much anger, hate and
I in the roles
hiphop me back
I got women
was my company
my only
so I when 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
your calling me
and is beginning to fade.
Find tears in
the marks of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the blog
we together
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How times I've cried
and have the papers
how nights did ablandole only my fuc*** 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 to write constantly,
warrior
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,
represent 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
play when you get to start their 5 senses,
With enough for me, I am too happy
rap only me change
I see gray
write a lot, and affects me
everything 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,
thorn that rankled,
and everything has always me nothing.

You are what you want,
my company,
because the rap for me is like my family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy would I be without you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
Running my DNA as nda,
in my skin, my soul
you are my and life, doi thanks for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me many things, and all suffered,
these are the feelings which I
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, be with me,
is that you are the only reason I'm