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 what you see with the naked eye, 90% of my ...

yeah, this 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, everything to me, the only
thing makes me happy
my reason pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse only in my music box,
What would I be without you?, would be 10%,
I think rap even being awake, awake.
part of me, I k I feel myself
I do not care to be alone you with me,
my only friend who is always to listen,
all I have when I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going into 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 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 characterizes 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 of emotions, what is this feeling?,
rap passion, I was with rap, written 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 makes me a self,
because we make 90 one hundred percent

(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 that you are your my per cent. (x2)

If I feel that is 90% I share,
if I fight my headquarters and resides in my
I am you, if I fall 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 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 line separates us from being monsters
My first is not where, perhaps to 91,
me, but I'm not sure
Maybe I with the pace because I could not do better,
growing old, less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half I console myself enough.
it is more than 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.
Vérseme clearer, but the grows,
I also gave punks clubs,
What matters?, I share my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still with my notes,
without a turkey in the reserve, but on
of hard, I brought 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 and you will know
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is what I keep, keeps me sane,
I take what I and what I lose,
are only memories of another 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 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 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 ...