Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are feelings ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
which into
you get out
is what I
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
It's feeling,
I to do rap
it fulfills me more
than you can
two Hs are my life
and it always be
are pen and hearts
is that never me.
It's not rap for something
is rap because I
because this is
I every moment
because feelings
in
I write every
is to give to my notebook.
Is the book of my
each is a day
because rap gets away from the
this is my
the only world want,
because to be
not your money.
And I like being a of rap
I nothing more
to be in my
away from
who just want to see my
beyond 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 inside to stay 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 it all, and look another
I am an
I write him feel alive, 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 wear foundation, pen,
You Go
is that nothing, and nobody,
qeu get leave this life
Rap is my labyrinth, my imprisonment, my
but my departure.

It is more than a
beyond rap,
is that takes into
and no one will
is nothing but empty words are used to fill
our and end
rap never 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 a child, and nobody removes
feel the of rap
my heart beats
I accompanies rap
the morning sun
until the yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He learned more of
that and school.
How much anger, and love
I wasted in the
love me back
I got women
was my only
my only
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 calling me
and mine is to fade.
tears in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences in the blog notes
we together
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How many times I've
and have destroyed the
how many nights did ablandole my fuc*** walls
but few you gave me (bis)
I more you want,
wanted to rap, than you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not always to write constantly,
which
try not to above,
a pen and paper birth will see all my
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 what I
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to that people can hear me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
that play when you get to their 5 senses,
that enough for me, I am too happy
rap makes me change
I see gray
write a lot, and affects me
everything to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you to stop writing,
be the day that my no longer wants to be here.
And is that a taken,
every thorn rankled,
and everything has always me nothing.

You are what you want,
my company,
because the rap for me is like my family,
of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain, sadness
envy, joy which would I be 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 also
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 no fear, always be with me,
is you are the only reason I'm alive