I remember that when I lived in Ecuador my brother listened to a very strange genre of music. According to me those songs made no sense, they talked about very strange things, there were bad words, direct insults to relatives and things like that.It turns out that one day I realized they weren't songs my brother was watching freestyle battles (rap battles) I started to like watching those battles. Today my brother knows how to rhyme and so do I.But those rappers that I liked to see how they rapped began another phase, they began to make music and the Argentine trap began, from there the urban genre of Argentina was born, little by little they grew and became known today and their music is very much to me. liking.Listening to this music reminds me a lot of my older brother, it reminds me of the days we argued because at first I didn't like what I was listening to or when I started rapping, the times I competed rapping with my brother knowing that I couldn't win, when we watched battles together, when I didn't understand a rhyme and he explained it to me, thanks to my brother I discovered the freestyle genre and now I listen to the songs of those who were once my favorite rappers
 

– Gilmar espin

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