Luyện nghe bài hát El 90 por ciento de mi eres tú (en inglés)

We are so similar, so similar, sometimes seem,
but my day to day survival, so similar,
so big and so small, different,
but more like what you see with the eye, 90% of my ...

Yeah yeah, is Porta! (Yeah!), The golden man
(90% of my tu, no Zpu truco.Son Porta, yeah!)
is my heart, my soul.

90% of me is you,
Soma in the beat, and dropping Zpu Porta,
rap're everything, almost to me, the only
thing that makes me
my reason pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse only in my music box,
would I be without you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap even being awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I feel
I do not care to be With you with me,
my only who is always there to listen,
all I have when I want an apology.
The rap is to relieve, heart pen and paper,
going constant damage, and escape my prison
feelings that are beyond your reach, a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from to dusk.
No one and nothing can me never,
With you me, pa 'I'm going to ask for more?,
you me be so distinct from all those people,
I'm so weak, but you make me be strong.
Perhaps than 90% of me is rap,
most characterizes my personality,
my music box, my life revolves her,
when I wear the helmets, I the stars.
Resting on the clouds, to the moon,
I'm as a baby on her cot,
I am a collector of emotions, is this feeling?,
rap passion, I was with rap, written in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I invite you to know me, you do?, listen
rap and be a is what makes me a whole self,
together we make 90 one hundred percent

(x2)
I'm so close, you live what I
feel I perceive, I,
I agree with you on this train, I am a
your lost time is mine, my in this walk,
is that you are my ninety per cent. (x2)

If I that is 90% which I share,
if I my headquarters and resides in my room
I am like you, if I fall I get up and no
my theme is rap by the system, raise humble things.
Put the accent in incredible stories,
tell him everything is different now cries,
in better and cry, cry a little good,
but out to the store.
And Pa I'm changing, I think as you do,
and that separates us from being monsters
My first step is not where, to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
Maybe I flow with the because I could not do better,
growing old, lame less than I have,
What does it matter?, A nuance a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half I console myself enough.
Because it is more than enough, ask for help,
if a blurry world, you put eye
not healthy, put a candle,
if death is tomorrow, and miserable,
are 92 of my soul, delirium, and cold.
Vérseme clearer, but the grows,
I gave some punks clubs,
What matters?, I share my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still with my notes,
a turkey in the reserve, but on grass
result of hard, I brought my 95 to city,
if offending is not wanted, to need.
is felt, by the Tegucigalpa everyone suffers,
because congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to visit and you know
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The is what I keep, what keeps me sane,
I take what I feel and I lose,
are only of another life almost, and long ago,
different, almost all share.
So happy, so as you can be,
so full of disgust how the I breathe,
but I feel that I is sentencing Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

(x2)
I'm so close, you live what I
feel I perceive, I,
I with you on this train, I am a friend
your time is mine, my motive in this walk,
is that you are my ninety per cent. (x2)

Yeah, more it seems, my man Porta,
is, no trick, 2.00.7, Man Of Gold
more than it seems, less than you ...