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, 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, everything to me, the only
thing that makes me
my only pa 'exist, ¿pa' 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 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 to relieve, heart pen and paper,
into constant damage, and escape my prison
feelings are beyond your reach, like 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 distinct from all people,
I'm so weak, but then you me be strong.
Perhaps more 90% of me is rap,
what characterizes my personality,
my music box, my life revolves her,
when I the helmets, I touch the stars.
on the clouds, talking to the moon,
I'm happy as a on her cot,
I am a of emotions, what is this feeling?,
rap passion, I was with rap, written in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I invite you to know me, you do?, listen
rap and be a person is makes me a whole self,
because together we make 90 one percent

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

If I feel that is 90% I share,
if I fight my headquarters and resides in my
I am like you, if I fall I get up and no
my theme is rap by the system, such humble things.
Put the marks in incredible stories,
him that everything is different now cries,
in better times and cry, cry a good,
but out to the store.
And who? Pa I'm changing, I as you do,
and that line separates us from being
My first step is not where, to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
Maybe I flow with the pace because I not do better,
old, lame less than what I have,
What it matter?, A nuance that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy it, and half because I console myself enough.
Because it is more enough, millions ask for help,
if a blurry world, you put eye
not healthy, put a candle,
if is tomorrow, and life miserable,
are 92 of my soul, delirium, and cold.
clearer, but the distance grows,
I also some punks clubs,
What matters?, I share with my 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still uncertainty my notes,
without a 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 congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to visit and you will
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is what I keep, keeps me sane,
I take I feel and what I lose,
are only 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
feel 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)

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