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

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, everything to me, the only
thing that makes me
my reason pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse live 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 care to be alone With you me,
my only friend who is always to listen,
all I have around I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going constant damage, and escape my prison
that are beyond your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from to dusk.
No one and nothing can me never,
you with me, pa 'I'm going to ask for more?,
you make me be so distinct all those people,
I'm so weak, but you make me be strong.
Perhaps than 90% of me is rap,
what most my personality,
my music box, my 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 with rap, written 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 together we 90 one hundred percent

(x2)
I'm so close, you what 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)

If I that 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 marks in incredible stories,
him that everything is different now cries,
in better times and cry, cry a good,
but out to the store.
And who? Pa I'm changing, I as you do,
and line separates us from being monsters
My step is not where, perhaps to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
Maybe I flow with the pace because I not do better,
growing old, lame less what I have,
does it matter?, A nuance that a Mazda,
I'm without it, and half because I console myself enough.
it is more 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.
clearer, but the distance grows,
I also gave punks clubs,
What matters?, I share my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is uncertainty with my notes,
without a in the reserve, but on grass
result of hard, I my 95 to your city,
if is not wanted, claims to need.
Which is felt, by the Tegucigalpa suffers,
this congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to 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 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 feel that I care is Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

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

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