Luyện nghe bài hát Algo más que música (en inglés)

More than
... I, trolling, GENIOH, Porta, 2008, Pole Productions,
RAP-flavored, good sex in the of this mixtape,
is that fills me, is something this ...

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I
know what I and get where it is
write to emerge with my Rap
sac was nothing particular to calm the
writing by me in and not to please you
I feel for this than for any art
the one makes me mad, always more
wasting ink and of this happy rap game
what my ears feel very kid
do not waste what I feel special
another thought vital flavored ink has
a mind space makes me feel
not everything is as it is painted is always some disappointment
I do not even a drop of ink
would make my skin so sweet taste of honey Lyrics
I am a GENIOH but because I make magic in the
it feels like a game you take me to this
my rap is like fire when I in the air
and no one can my ego
Braille writing because my love for rap is
points and I give the highest grades
the hype and the box I put the
and that is that I am without you I am a bitter memory
and for something I'm worth more I wings

I've cut down the wings feather care
every corner of my story every idea that
only one is that my wound and cures
is only one reason and it is called
and will forever and be my platonic love
and call it love but not understand
it is logical to go in symbiosis with my lyrics
with the hype, box, charles, melody and with the
know that just thinking about all hours Rap
is no longer part of my is my life
if you ask whoever you want, I will say that is what truly me
and I of being both alone
spent years of leftovers to feel so
you want to from the rooftops
and showed me that few things last forever
and if I learned is to know that I want
each tear drop or as dry
sad face every bad known as
and it hurts in the when the scorn
is like a in the crotch
I just that you understand that this is something more than music
each letter written to me is
only to convey my feelings for the Rap
Trujy with me in the rhythm on the track

In my one true my cell and my freedom
perhaps more than music, beyond Rap
is my and the soundtrack of millions
my glory, my grief in our Rap
for my being is the MC
I need you sir that lig expands
is that what I just hold out for
but I have this thing that me different from the rest
are pure towards this culture
sleep is the hardest thing in the where all the b-boy unite
I must be naive but I share a dream with and GENIOH
the heart beats to the tops of drum
not only passion is but one reason I stalled my
only when I write
I get more of this is all that makes me feel alive
I do not want you to me understand the role
These three are extended
and the world understands this art
I can not feel I can not stand
but once you start and you can not leave
I put my body and soul in the recording of each song
I at peace and calm
capable of expelling a feeling not tell
on the face is not valued Rap and look how change
tell a of my life
the percentage is percent and I can not forget
as others feel only passion
and hurts to Hip Hop and you do not know which way
truth when I met you change
I can finally say that I no feel alone
it only gets me to sit in way
GENIOH, Curri, Hip Hop is what we are!