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,
rap're everything, almost to me, the only
thing that makes me
my only pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my live only in my music box,
What would I be you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap even without awake, awake.
part of me, I k I feel myself
I do not to be alone With you with me,
my only friend who is there to listen,
all I have around when I 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, 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 from all those people,
I'm so weak, but then you me be strong.
Perhaps than 90% of me is rap,
what characterizes my personality,
my box, my life revolves around her,
when I the helmets, I touch the stars.
on the clouds, talking 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 with rap, in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I invite you to know me, will you do?,
rap and be a is what makes me a whole self,
because we make 90 one hundred percent

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

If I feel that is 90% 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 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 Pa I'm changing, I think 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 the pace because I could not do better,
growing old, lame less than I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half because I console enough.
Because it is than enough, millions 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,
matters?, I share 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.
is felt, by the Tegucigalpa everyone suffers,
because congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic to visit and you will know
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is what I keep, what me sane,
I take what I 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 that I is sentencing Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

(x2)
I'm so close, you what I live
what 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 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, than you think ...