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

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

Yeah yeah, this is Porta! (Yeah!), The 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 words Zpu Porta,
everything, almost everything to me, the only
thing that me happy
my reason pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse live in my music box,
What would I be you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap without being awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I myself
I do not to be alone With you with me,
my friend who is always there to listen,
all I around when I want an apology.
The rap is to relieve, heart pen and paper,
going into constant damage, and escape my
that are beyond your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from to dusk.
No one and nothing can me never,
With you with me, pa 'I'm to ask for more?,
you me be so distinct from all those people,
I'm so weak, but you make me be strong.
more than 90% of me is rap,
what most my personality,
my music box, my revolves around her,
when I the helmets, I touch 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 born rap, written in my heart.
I am a difficult to understand,
I invite you to know me, will you do?,
rap and be a person is what makes me a self,
because together we make 90 one percent

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

If I feel is 90% which I share,
if I fight my headquarters and resides in my
I am like you, if I I get up and no problem
my theme is rap by the system, raise such things.
Put the accent marks in stories,
him that everything is different now cries,
in better times and cry, cry a 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 is not where, perhaps to 91,
me, but I'm not sure
Maybe I flow with the because I could not do better,
growing old, less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A nuance a Mazda,
I'm without it, and half because I console myself enough.
Because it is more than enough, ask for help,
if a world, you put eye drops
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,
matters?, I share with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My is still uncertainty with my notes,
without a in the reserve, but on grass
of hard, I brought my 95 to your city,
if offending is not wanted, to need.
Which is felt, by the everyone suffers,
because this congestion is not with Espidifen,
fantastic to visit and you will know
where if you sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is what I keep, keeps me sane,
I take what I feel and I lose,
are only of another life almost, and long ago,
little different, all share.
So happy, so as you can be,
so of disgust how the world I breathe,
but I feel that I care is sentencing 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 you are your my ninety per cent. (x2)

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