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 like what you see with the eye, 90% of my ...

yeah, this 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 words Zpu Porta,
rap're everything, almost everything to me, the
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 without you?, That be 10%,
I think rap even without awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I feel
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 damage, and escape my prison
that are beyond your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, dawn to dusk.
No one and nothing can me never,
With you with me, pa 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 more 90% of me is rap,
most characterizes my personality,
my box, my life revolves around 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 born rap, written in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I invite you to know me, will you do?,
rap and be a is what makes me a whole self,
because together we make 90 one hundred

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

If I feel is 90% which I share,
if I fight my and resides in my room
I am you, if I fall I get up and no problem
my theme is rap by the system, raise humble things.
Put the accent in incredible stories,
him that everything is different now cries,
in times and cry, cry a little good,
but out to the store.
And who? Pa I'm changing, I as you do,
and that line us from being monsters
My step is not where, perhaps to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
Maybe I with the pace because I could not do better,
old, lame less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half because I myself enough.
Because it is more enough, millions 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.
clearer, but the distance grows,
I gave some punks clubs,
matters?, I share with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still with my notes,
without a turkey in the reserve, but on
result of hard, I brought my 95 to city,
if offending is not wanted, to need.
Which is felt, by the everyone suffers,
because this congestion is not exceeded Espidifen,
fantastic places to and you will know
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The is what I keep, what keeps me sane,
I what I feel and what I lose,
are memories of another life almost, and long ago,
different, almost all share.
So happy, so as you can be,
so full of how the world I breathe,
but I feel that I is sentencing Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

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

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