Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are feelings ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
is asleep
which into
you get out
is what I
in
is more rap
is our ...
...
pure 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.
not rap for doing something
is rap I feel
because is just
I live every
because plasmo
in
I write every
is to give to my notebook.
Is the book of my
page is a day
because rap gets away from the
this is my
the world they want,
to be happy
not need money.
And I like a prisoner of rap
I need more
to be in my
away from
who just want to see my
beyond rap
What really feels.
there is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
only beats for their cause
when the charges inside to stay on hold,
no longer have because walking to tell
because rap is my way of and get away from all evil
every that 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 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 foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is that nothing, and nobody,
qeu get leave after life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is more a feeling
beyond rap,
is something takes into
and no one will
is but empty words that are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to the institution by the rap
is the that you have a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my beats
I accompanies rap
from the sun
until the yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He more of hiphop
that and school.
How much anger, hate and
I wasted in the
hiphop me back
I got women
was my only
my hope
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared my one is missing a panic,
diary I write but not how to start
Ojas calling me
and is beginning to fade.
tears in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we spent
intense phases
rap I owe you more than what you think.
How many times I've
and destroyed the papers
how nights did ablandole only my fuc*** walls
but few smiles you me (bis)
I want you want,
wanted to rap, more you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help always to 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 mind which
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,
I have inside, not even I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to convey people can hear me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
play when you get to start their 5 senses,
With enough for me, I am too happy
rap only makes me
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 my soul no longer wants to be here.
And is that a taken,
thorn 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 would 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,
these are the feelings I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my sense
Few understand this is the feeling never goes out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, always be me,
is that you are the only reason I'm