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 everything to me, the
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.
part of me, I k I feel myself
I do not care to be With you with me,
my only who is always there to listen,
all I have when I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
into constant damage, and escape my prison
feelings that are beyond reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from to dusk.
No one and nothing can me never,
With you me, pa 'I'm going to ask for more?,
you make me be so distinct 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,
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 born with rap, in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I invite you to know me, you do?, listen
rap and be a person is what me a whole self,
because together we 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
lost time is mine, my motive in this walk,
is that you are your my per cent. (x2)

If I feel that is 90% 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, such humble things.
Put the accent marks in stories,
tell him that is different now cries,
in better times and cry, cry a good,
but out to the store.
And Pa I'm changing, I think as you do,
and that line separates us being monsters
My step is not where, perhaps 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 it matter?, A nuance that a Mazda,
I'm without it, and half because I console myself enough.
Because it is more than enough, 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.
clearer, but the distance grows,
I gave some punks clubs,
matters?, I share with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still uncertainty my notes,
a turkey in the reserve, but on grass
result of hard, I brought my 95 to city,
if is not wanted, claims to need.
Which is felt, by the everyone suffers,
because this congestion is not with Espidifen,
fantastic places to 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 feel and I lose,
are only memories of another almost, and long ago,
little different, all share.
So happy, so as you can be,
so full of how the world I breathe,
but I feel that I care is sentencing Dulzes me,
5% is saved.

(x2)
I'm so close, you live I live
feel I perceive, I,
I with 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)

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