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 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 dropping Zpu Porta,
rap're everything, almost to me, the only
thing makes me happy
my reason pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my live only in my music box,
What I be without you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap without being awake, awake.
part of me, I k I feel myself
I do not to be alone With you with me,
my friend who is always there to listen,
all I have around I want an apology.
The rap is to relieve, heart pen and paper,
going into constant damage, and my prison
that are beyond your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from to dusk.
No one and can destroy 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 characterizes my personality,
my music box, my 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 with rap, in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I you to know me, will you do?, listen
rap and be a is what makes me a whole self,
because we make 90 one hundred 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 motive in walk,
is you are your my ninety per cent. (x2)

If I that is 90% which I share,
if I my headquarters and resides in my room
I am you, if I fall I get up and no problem
my theme is rap by the system, such humble things.
Put the accent marks in stories,
tell him everything 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 from monsters
My first is not where, perhaps to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
Maybe I flow the pace because I could not do better,
old, lame less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy it, and half because 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 some punks clubs,
What matters?, I with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My is still uncertainty with my notes,
without a turkey in the reserve, but on
result of hard, I brought my 95 to city,
if is not wanted, claims to need.
is felt, by the Tegucigalpa 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 rest is what I keep, what me sane,
I what I feel and what I lose,
are only memories of another life almost, and ago,
little different, all share.
So happy, so as you can be,
so of disgust how the world I breathe,
but I that 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 you on this train, I am a friend
lost time is mine, my motive in this walk,
is that you are my ninety per cent. (x2)

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