Luyện nghe bài hát Mas que un sentimiento (english)

They are only ...
is inside me ....
It is RAP!
It's I feel,
what is
takes into
you get out
is what I
in
is than rap
is our ...
...
pure feeling,
I to do rap
because it me more
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 doing
is rap I feel
because is just
I live every
because plasmo
in
I write line
is to life to my notebook.
Is the of my history
page is a day
because rap gets away the monotony
is my world
the only world want,
to be happy
not your money.
And I like being a of rap
I need more
to be in my
away from
who want to see my final
goes rap
this really feels.
Poque there is always a dead feeling in heartbreaking,
but rap REVIVIO that and hit pieces,
of the heart,
that beats for their cause
when the charges kick inside to on hold,
no longer standing because 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 heart of the
I give it all, and look
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 after
when resist
things happen
I have to wear foundation, pen,
You Go
is nothing, nothing and nobody,
qeu get after this 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 will
is nothing but words that are used to fill
our and end
rap never us.
(repeat)
Pleymovil was you buy pleymovil
to see snap,
mother is not so strange to leave the by the rap
is the dream that you have a child, and removes
feel the of rap
my heart beats
I accompanies rap
from the sun
until the yawning brings me to my bed
for you
for me is something serious
He more of hiphop
that and school.
How much anger, hate and
I in the roles
hiphop love me
I got women
was my only
my only
so I when the ink is spent.
Spent, and my becomes pale,
I'm scared because my one is a panic,
dear 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 notes
we spent
many phases
rap thanks I owe you more than you think.
How times I've cried
and have the papers
how nights did ablandole only my fuc*** walls
but few smiles you me (bis)
I want you want,
to rap, more than you ever wanted.

Words, problems, all in my mind,
I can not help always to constantly,
which
try not to above,
a pen and paper birth see all my rhymes
to write, my is transformed,
the is the boss,
in my mind leans
of I write,
or for I write,
are not words
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 why? (Because!)
I to convey that people can hear me,
and knows than me,
my cries,
through my
that when you get to start their 5 senses,
that enough for me, I am too happy
rap makes me change
I see color
write a lot, and nothing me
happens 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 a hihop taken,
every thorn rankled,
and everything has given 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 would I be you.
My happiness, my are my cancer and
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 things, and all have suffered,
these are the which I experienced
smell, sight, touch, taste, and also
but my rap is my best
Few understand is the feeling that never goes out
light me a way to the end of the page,
I have no fear, always be me,
is that you are the only I'm alive