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 into
you get out
is I feel
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
It's feeling,
I to do rap
it fulfills me more
than you can
because two Hs are my
and it always be
are pen and hearts
is never left me.
It's not rap for doing
is rap because I
because this is
I live moment
feelings 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
is my world
the only they want,
to be happy
not your money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I nothing more
to be in my
away evil
who want to see my final
goes rap
What really feels.
Poque there is a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
only beats for their cause
when the charges kick to stay on hold,
no longer have because walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get away all evil
every feeling that comes from my pen is
the is to listen to the heart of the first
I it all, and look another
I am an
I him feel alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest after
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when step
things happen
I to wear 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 more than a
goes rap,
is that takes into
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty words that are used to
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 dream that you have a child, and nobody
feel the of rap
when my beats
I always rap
from the sun
the last yawning brings 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
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 scared my one is missing a panic,
dear diary I but not how to start
Ojas your me
and is beginning to fade.
Find tears in
the marks of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we spent
many phases
rap thanks I owe you than what you think.
How many times cried
and have the papers
how many nights did ablandole my fuc*** walls
but few smiles you 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 paper birth 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 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 convey that people can me,
and knows more me,
my cries,
through my
that play when you get to their 5 senses,
that enough for me, I am too happy
rap only me change
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 that my 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 would I be without you.
My happiness, my are my and AIDS
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 things, and all have suffered,
these are the which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my best
Few understand this is the feeling that goes out
guide me a way to the end of the page,
I no fear, always be with me,
is that you are the reason I'm alive