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 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 me happy
my only reason pa 'exist, to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse live in my music box,
What I be without you?, That would be 10%,
I rap even without being awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I feel
I do not care to be alone you with me,
my only friend who is there to listen,
all I have around when I an apology.
The rap is to relieve, heart pen and paper,
into constant damage, and escape my prison
feelings that are your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from to dusk.
No one and nothing can me never,
With you with me, pa going to ask for more?,
you make me be so from all those people,
I'm so weak, but you make me be strong.
Perhaps more 90% of me is rap,
what characterizes my personality,
my music box, my life around her,
I wear 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 with rap, 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 me a whole self,
because together we make 90 one hundred

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

If I feel that is 90% I share,
if I fight my headquarters and in my room
I am like you, if I I get up and no problem
my is rap by the system, raise such humble things.
Put the accent marks in stories,
tell him that everything is now cries,
in times and cry, cry a little good,
but out to the store.
And Pa I'm changing, I think as you do,
and that line separates us from monsters
My first is not where, perhaps to 91,
me, but I'm not sure
Maybe I flow with the pace I could not do better,
growing old, lame than what I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half I console 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,
What matters?, I share my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is uncertainty with my notes,
a turkey in the reserve, but on grass
result of hard, I my 95 to your city,
if is not wanted, claims to need.
Which is felt, by the Tegucigalpa suffers,
this congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to visit and you know
where if you look beaches, but no bread.
The rest is 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 of disgust how the world I breathe,
but I feel that I care is sentencing Dulzes me,
5% is saved.

(x2)
I'm so close, you live what I
what I perceive, I,
I agree you on this train, I am a friend
your lost time is mine, my motive in 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, than you think ...