Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are feelings ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
takes into
you get out
is what I
in
is more 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 paper
is that left me.
not rap for doing something
is rap I feel
because this is
I live moment
because plasmo
in
I write every
is to life to my notebook.
Is the of my history
page is a day
because rap away from the monotony
this is my
the only they want,
to be happy
not your money.
And I like a prisoner of rap
I need nothing
to be in my
away evil
who just want to see my
goes rap
What really feels.
Poque there is a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for their
when the charges kick to stay on hold,
no longer have standing walking to tell
because rap is my way of escape and get from all evil
feeling that comes from my pen is sincere
the is to listen to the heart of the first
I give it all, and look
I am an
I him feel alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the goes after
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when resist
strange things
I have to wear foundation, pen,
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
goes rap,
is something takes into
and no one will
is nothing but empty 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 leave the by the rap
is the that you have a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my heart
I accompanies rap
from the sun
until the last brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He learned more of
class and school.
How anger, hate and love
I in the roles
hiphop me back
I got robbed
was my company
my hope
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my heart pale,
I'm scared because my one is a panic,
dear diary I write but not how to
Ojas your me
and mine is to fade.
Find tears in
leaving the of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we together
many phases
rap thanks I owe you than what you think.
How many times I've
and destroyed the papers
how many did ablandole only my fuc*** walls
but few smiles you me (bis)
I more you want,
to rap, more 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 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,
feelings are not
which out of me.
Each,
represent what I
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was feeling, I hico MC.
You why? (Because!)
I like to that people can hear me,
and knows than me,
my cries,
through my
that play when you get to start 5 senses,
With that enough for me, I am too
rap makes me change
I see color
write a lot, and nothing me
everything to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you to stop writing,
be the day that my soul no wants to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
every that rankled,
and everything has always me nothing.

You are what you want,
my company,
because the rap for me is like my family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy which would I be you.
My happiness, my are my and AIDS
Running my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my death and life, doi for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me many things, and all suffered,
these are the feelings which I
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
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, be with me,
is that you are the only I'm alive