Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are only ...
What is me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
what is
which takes
you get out
is what I
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
it fulfills me more
than you can
because two Hs are my
and it will be
are pen and paper
is never left me.
not rap for doing something
is rap I feel
because this is
I live moment
feelings plasmo
in
I every line
is to give to my notebook.
Is the of my history
each is a day
rap gets away from the monotony
this is my
the only they want,
to be happy
not need money.
And I like being a of rap
I nothing more
to be in my
from evil
who want to see my final
goes rap
this really feels.
Poque is always a dead feeling in that heartbreaking,
but rap that feeling and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that only beats for cause
when the charges inside to stay on hold,
no longer have standing walking to tell
because rap is my way of and get away from all evil
every feeling that from my pen is sincere
the role is to listen to the 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 goes
for me rap
24,7,33
and days
when resist
strange happen
I have to 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
beyond rap,
is something takes into
and no one will
is nothing but empty words are used to fill
our and end
rap fail us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was what you buy
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to the institution by the rap
is the dream you have a child, and nobody removes
the beat 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 serious
He more of hiphop
that and school.
How anger, hate and love
I in the roles
hiphop love me
I got women
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 but not how to start
Ojas your me
and is beginning to fade.
Find in pages
leaving the of the drops,
few enshrined in the blog notes
we spent
many phases
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How many times I've
and have the papers
how many nights did only 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 will see all my
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 inside, not even I know,
It was this feeling, I MC.
You know (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,
With that for me, I am too happy
rap only me change
I see gray
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 that a taken,
every that rankled,
and has always given me nothing.

You are what you want,
my company,
because the rap for me is my second family,
sentimietno of hatred, anger, phobias, love, pain,
envy, joy which 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 to me many things, and all have suffered,
are the feelings which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my best
Few understand this is the that never goes out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, be with me,
is you are the only reason I'm alive