Luyện nghe bài hát El 90 por ciento de mi eres tú (english)

We are so similar, so similar, they 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, 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,
everything, almost everything to me, the only
thing makes me happy
my only reason pa 'exist, to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my live only in my music box,
would I be without you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap without being awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I myself
I do not care to be alone you with me,
my friend who is always there to listen,
all I have when I want an apology.
The rap is to relieve, heart pen and paper,
going into constant damage, and escape my
feelings are beyond your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, dawn 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 you make me be strong.
Perhaps more 90% of me is rap,
most characterizes my personality,
my music box, my life around her,
when I wear the helmets, I the stars.
on the clouds, talking 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 with rap, in my heart.
I am a difficult to understand,
I invite you to know me, you do?, listen
rap and be a person is makes me a whole self,
because we make 90 one hundred percent

(x2)
I'm so close, you live I live
what 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 your my per cent. (x2)

If I that is 90% which I share,
if I fight my headquarters and resides in my
I am like you, if I fall I get up and no
my theme is rap by the system, raise humble things.
Put the accent in incredible stories,
tell him that everything is now cries,
in better 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 being monsters
My step 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 without it, and half because I console myself enough.
Because it is more 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.
clearer, but the distance grows,
I also some punks clubs,
matters?, I share with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is uncertainty with my notes,
without a turkey in the reserve, but on
result of hard, I brought my 95 to city,
if offending is not wanted, to need.
Which is felt, by the Tegucigalpa suffers,
because this congestion is not with Espidifen,
places to visit and you will know
where if you look beaches, but no bread.
The rest is I keep, what keeps 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 full of disgust how the I breathe,
but I feel that I care is Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

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

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