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 takes
you get out
is what I
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
It's feeling,
I to do rap
because it me more
than you can
because two Hs are my
and it always be
are pen and paper
is that left me.
It's not rap for doing
is rap because I
this is just
I live moment
because feelings
in
I every line
is to life to my notebook.
Is the book of my
page is a day
because rap away from the monotony
is my world
the only they want,
because to be
not your money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I need more
to be in my
from evil
who want to see my final
beyond rap
What really feels.
Poque is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that beats for their 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 from all
every feeling that comes from my pen is
the role is to listen to the heart of the
I give it all, and look
I am an
I write him alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the goes after
for me rap
24,7,33
and days
resist step
strange things
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 than a feeling
goes rap,
is something that into
and no one snatch
is nothing but words that are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
was what 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
the beat of rap
when my beats
I accompanies rap
from the sun
until the last yawning me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He learned more of
class and school.
How much anger, hate and
I wasted in the
love me back
I got women
was my only
my hope
so I desbanezco the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart 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 in pages
the marks of the drops,
few sentences in the blog notes
we spent
many phases
rap I owe you more than what 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 more you want,
wanted to rap, more you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not always 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 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 have inside, not I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You know (Because!)
I like to convey that people can 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 only makes me
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 my soul no longer wants to be here.
And is that a taken,
every that rankled,
and everything has given me nothing.

You are you most 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
through my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my death and life, doi thanks for my
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me many things, and all suffered,
are the feelings which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my sense
Few understand this is the 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 I'm alive