Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are only ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
is asleep
which into
you get out
is I feel
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 always be
are pen and paper
is that never me.
It's not rap for doing
is rap because I
this is just
I live moment
because plasmo
in
I write every
is to give to my notebook.
Is the book of my
each is a day
because rap gets away the monotony
this is my
the world they want,
because to be
not your money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I nothing more
to be in my
from evil
who just want to see my
beyond rap
What really feels.
Poque there is always a dead in that heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO that and hit pieces,
of the heart,
only beats for their cause
when the charges kick to stay on hold,
no longer have standing walking to tell
because rap is my way of and get away from all evil
feeling that comes from my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the of the first
I it all, and look another
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 happen
I have to foundation, pen, paper
You Go
is nothing, nothing and nobody,
qeu get leave after this
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is than a feeling
beyond rap,
is that takes 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,
mother is not so to leave the institution by the rap
is the dream that you have a child, and removes
the beat of rap
when my heart
I always rap
the morning sun
until the last yawning me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He learned more of
that and school.
How anger, hate and love
I in the roles
hiphop love me
I got robbed
was my only
my only
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 your me
and mine is to fade.
Find tears in
the marks of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the notes
we spent
many intense
rap I owe you more than what you think.
How many I've cried
and have destroyed the
how many did ablandole only my fuc*** walls
but few smiles you me (bis)
I want you want,
to rap, more than you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help to write constantly,
which
try not to above,
a pen and paper 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,
feelings are not
crop out of me.
Each,
represent what I
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I inside, not even I know,
It was feeling, I hico MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to convey that can hear me,
and knows than me,
my cries,
through my
that when you get to start their 5 senses,
With that enough for me, I am too
rap makes me change
I see gray
write a lot, and nothing 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,
every thorn 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 things, and all have suffered,
are the feelings which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my sense
Few understand this is the feeling that never out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, be with me,
is that you are the reason I'm alive