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, 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 would I be without you?, That be 10%,
I think rap even being awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I myself
I do not care to be alone With you me,
my only friend who is always to listen,
all I have around when I 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 with me, pa 'I'm to ask for more?,
you make me be so 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 life revolves 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 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 agree with you on train, I am a friend
your lost time is mine, my motive in walk,
is that you are your my 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 I get up and no problem
my theme is rap by the system, raise such things.
Put the accent marks in stories,
tell him that 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
Maybe I with the pace because I could not do better,
growing old, lame less than I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half because I console enough.
Because it is than enough, millions 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.
Which is felt, by the Tegucigalpa suffers,
because this is not exceeded with Espidifen,
places to visit and you will know
where if you sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is what I keep, what me sane,
I take I feel 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 full of disgust how the I breathe,
but I feel I care is sentencing Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

(x2)
I'm so close, you what I live
what I perceive, I,
I agree with you on 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,
is, no trick, 2.00.7, Man Of Gold
more it seems, less than you think ...