Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (en inglés)

They are only ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
takes into
you get out
is I feel
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
it fulfills me more
than you can
two Hs are my life
and it will be
are pen and hearts
is that left me.
It's not rap for doing
is rap because I
this is just
I live every
because feelings
in
I write line
is to life to my notebook.
Is the book of my
each is a day
rap gets away from the monotony
this is my
the world they want,
to be happy
not your money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I nothing more
to be in my
from evil
who want to see my final
beyond rap
What this 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 inside to on hold,
no have standing because walking to tell
rap is my way of escape and get away from 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 write him alive, this is magic!
the is the rap in person,
the rest after
for me rap
24,7,33
and after
when resist
things happen
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 than a feeling
beyond rap,
is something takes into
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty words that are used to
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so to leave the institution 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
the last yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something more
He more of hiphop
class and school.
How much anger, and love
I in the roles
love me back
I got women
was my company
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 your me
and is beginning to fade.
tears in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few sentences enshrined in the blog
we spent
many intense
rap I owe you more than what you think.
How times I've cried
and have destroyed the
how many nights did ablandole only my fucking
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,
warrior
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 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 to convey that people can hear me,
and more than me,
my cries,
through my
that when you get to start their 5 senses,
With that for me, I am too happy
rap makes me change
I see color
a lot, and nothing affects 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 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
Running my DNA as nda,
these in my skin, my
you are my and life, doi thanks for my disease
EPATITIS, rappp.
It happened to me many things, and all suffered,
these are the feelings I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my sense
Few understand this is the that never goes out
guide 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