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, 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 that me happy
my only pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse live in my music box,
What would I be you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap without being awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I feel
I do not care to be alone With you me,
my only who is always there to listen,
all I around when I want an apology.
The rap is to relieve, heart 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 me be so distinct from all those people,
I'm so weak, but you make me be strong.
Perhaps more 90% of me is rap,
what characterizes my personality,
my box, my life revolves around her,
when I wear the helmets, I the stars.
Resting on the clouds, to the moon,
I'm as a baby on her cot,
I am a collector of emotions, is this feeling?,
rap passion, I was born rap, written in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I invite you to me, will you do?, listen
rap and be a person is makes me a whole self,
because together we make 90 one hundred

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

If I feel that is 90% I share,
if I fight my and resides 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 marks in incredible stories,
him that everything is different now cries,
in times and cry, cry a little good,
but out to the store.
And who? Pa I'm changing, I 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 the pace because I could not do better,
growing old, less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A nuance a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half 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 is tomorrow, and life miserable,
are 92 of my soul, delirium, and cold.
Vérseme clearer, but the grows,
I also gave some clubs,
What matters?, I with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My is still uncertainty with my notes,
a turkey in the reserve, but on grass
result of hard, I brought my 95 to city,
if offending is not wanted, to need.
Which is felt, by the everyone suffers,
because this is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic to visit and you will know
where if you sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is I keep, what keeps me sane,
I what 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 full of 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
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, than it seems, my man Porta,
is, no trick, 2.00.7, Man Of Gold
more than it seems, less than you ...