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 like 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,
rap're everything, almost to me, the only
that makes me happy
my only pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse live in my music box,
would I be without 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 only who is always there to listen,
all I have around I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going 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,
you with me, pa 'I'm going to ask for more?,
you make me be so distinct from all 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 life around her,
when I the helmets, I touch the stars.
Resting on the clouds, to the moon,
I'm happy as a on her cot,
I am a of emotions, what is this feeling?,
rap passion, I was born with rap, in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I invite you to me, will you do?, listen
rap and be a person is makes me a whole self,
because together we make 90 one hundred

(x2)
I'm so close, you what I live
what I perceive, I,
I with 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 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 such 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 line us from being monsters
My first step is not where, to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
I flow with the pace 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 because I console enough.
Because it is more than enough, ask for help,
if a world, you put eye drops
not healthy, put a candle,
if is tomorrow, and life miserable,
are 92 of my soul, delirium, and cold.
Vérseme clearer, but the grows,
I also 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 my 95 to your city,
if offending is not wanted, to need.
is felt, by the Tegucigalpa everyone suffers,
because this congestion is not exceeded Espidifen,
fantastic to visit and you will know
where if you sunny beaches, but no bread.
The is what I keep, what keeps me sane,
I take what I and what I lose,
are memories 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 agree with you on train, I am a friend
your time is mine, my motive in this walk,
is that you are your my per cent. (x2)

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