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

They are only ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
what I feel,
what is
which takes
you get out
is I feel
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
It's feeling,
I to do rap
because it fulfills me
you can imagine
because two Hs are my
and it always be
are pen and paper
is never left me.
It's not rap for something
is rap because I
this is just
I every moment
because plasmo
in
I write line
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
because rap gets away from the
this is my
the world they want,
because to be
not need money.
And I being a prisoner of rap
I need nothing
to be in my
away evil
who want to see my final
beyond rap
What this feels.
Poque is always 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 and get away 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 another
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
things happen
I to wear 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 that takes
and no one snatch
is nothing but empty words 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 the institution by the rap
is the dream that you a child, and nobody removes
the beat of rap
when my beats
I always rap
the morning sun
until the last brings me to my bed
for you
for me is more serious
He learned more of
class 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 becomes pale,
I'm scared my one is missing a panic,
dear diary I but not how to start
Ojas your me
and mine is to fade.
Find tears in
the marks of the drops,
few sentences in the blog notes
we spent
intense phases
rap thanks I owe you than what you think.
How many I've cried
and have destroyed the
how many nights did ablandole only my walls
but few smiles you me (bis)
I want you want,
wanted to rap, more you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help always to 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 which leans
of I write,
or for I write,
feelings are not
which out of me.
Each,
what I feel
is anger, is pain, or my complaints,
what I have inside, not I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You know (Because!)
I like to convey that can hear me,
and knows than me,
my cries,
through my
that play when you get to start 5 senses,
that enough for me, I am too happy
rap only me change
I see color
write a lot, and affects me
everything to me
the pen me in plasma.
The day you decide to writing,
be the day that my soul no wants to be here.
And is a hihop taken,
thorn 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 would I be without you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
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,
these are the which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and heard
but my rap is my sense
Few this is the feeling that 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 reason I'm