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 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 words Zpu Porta,
rap're everything, almost everything to me, the
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 I be without you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap without being awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I feel
I do not to be alone With you with me,
my only friend who is there to listen,
all I have around when I an apology.
The rap is to relieve, heart pen and paper,
going into damage, and escape my prison
feelings that are beyond reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, dawn to dusk.
No one and can destroy 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 then you me be strong.
Perhaps more 90% of me is rap,
most characterizes my personality,
my music box, my life around 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 born rap, written in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I you to know me, will you do?, listen
rap and be a person is makes me a whole self,
together we make 90 one hundred percent

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

If I feel is 90% which I share,
if I fight my headquarters and in my room
I am you, if I fall I get up and no problem
my theme is rap by the system, raise humble things.
Put the accent marks in stories,
tell him that 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 separates us from monsters
My first 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,
What it matter?, A nuance that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and because I console myself enough.
Because it is than enough, millions 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 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 my 95 to your city,
if offending is not wanted, to need.
Which is felt, by the Tegucigalpa suffers,
this 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, what me sane,
I take I feel and what I lose,
are only of another life 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 that I care is sentencing Dulzes saves 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 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 than it seems, less you think ...