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 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 only reason pa 'exist, to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse live only in my box,
What would I be without you?, would be 10%,
I think rap without 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 I want an apology.
The rap is to relieve, heart pen and paper,
into constant damage, and escape my prison
feelings are beyond your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, dawn to dusk.
No one and can destroy 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 then you me be strong.
more than 90% of me is rap,
what most my personality,
my box, my life revolves around her,
I wear the helmets, I touch the stars.
Resting on the clouds, to the moon,
I'm happy as a 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, you do?, listen
rap and be a person is what makes me a self,
because together we make 90 one hundred

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

If I feel is 90% which I share,
if I fight my headquarters and in my room
I am like you, if I 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 Pa I'm changing, I think as you do,
and that line us from being monsters
My step 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, lame less than I have,
does it matter?, A nuance that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half I console myself enough.
Because it is more than enough, ask for help,
if a blurry world, you put eye
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 also gave some clubs,
matters?, I share with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still 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 is what I keep, what keeps me sane,
I what I feel and what I lose,
are only memories of 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 that I care is Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

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