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 more like what you see with the 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 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 even being awake, awake.
part of me, I k I feel myself
I do not care to be alone you with me,
my only friend who is there to listen,
all I have when I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going constant damage, and escape my prison
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 make me be so distinct from all people,
I'm so weak, but you make me be strong.
Perhaps than 90% of me is rap,
what most my personality,
my box, my life revolves around her,
when I the helmets, I touch the stars.
Resting on the clouds, to the moon,
I'm as a baby on her cot,
I am a collector of emotions, what is feeling?,
rap passion, I was born rap, written in my heart.
I am a difficult to understand,
I you to know me, will you do?, listen
rap and be a person is what me a whole self,
because together we make 90 one hundred

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

If I feel is 90% which I share,
if I my headquarters and resides in my room
I am like you, if I fall I get up and no
my is rap by the system, raise such humble things.
Put the accent in incredible stories,
tell him that is different 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 first step is not where, 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 is tomorrow, and life miserable,
are 92 of my soul, delirium, and cold.
Vérseme clearer, but the grows,
I also gave punks clubs,
What matters?, I share 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 offending is not wanted, to need.
Which is felt, by the Tegucigalpa suffers,
because this congestion is not with Espidifen,
fantastic to visit and you will know
where if you look 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 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 saves me,
5% is saved.

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

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