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 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 only in my music box,
would I be without you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap even 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 used to relieve, pen and paper,
going into constant damage, and escape my
that 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 'I'm 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,
what most 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 happy as a 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 invite you to know me, will you do?,
rap and be a person is makes me a whole self,
because we make 90 one hundred percent

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

If I feel is 90% which I share,
if I fight my headquarters and in my room
I am like you, if I I get up and no problem
my is rap by the system, raise such humble things.
Put the accent in incredible stories,
him that everything 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 line separates us from being monsters
My step is not where, perhaps to 91,
me, but I'm not sure
Maybe I flow with the pace because I not do better,
old, lame less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and because 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 some punks clubs,
What matters?, I share with my 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My is still uncertainty with my notes,
without a turkey in the reserve, but on
of hard, I brought my 95 to your city,
if is not wanted, claims to need.
Which is felt, by the everyone suffers,
because congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to visit and you will
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is I keep, what keeps me sane,
I take what I and what I lose,
are only memories of another life almost, and ago,
different, almost all share.
So happy, so as you can be,
so full of 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
what I perceive, I,
I agree you on this train, I am a friend
your time is mine, my motive in this walk,
is that you are your my per cent. (x2)

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