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 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, everything to me, the only
that makes me happy
my only pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse live in my music box,
would I be without you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap without being 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 I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
into constant damage, and escape my prison
feelings that are beyond your reach, a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from 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 from all people,
I'm so weak, but you make me be strong.
more than 90% of me is rap,
what most my personality,
my music box, my life 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, is this 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 makes me a 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
your time is mine, my motive in this walk,
is that you are your my 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 I get up and no problem
my theme is rap by the system, raise humble things.
Put the accent marks in stories,
tell him that everything is now cries,
in times 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 from monsters
My step is not where, perhaps to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
Maybe I with the pace 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 half because I console enough.
Because it is than 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.
Vérseme clearer, but the grows,
I gave some punks clubs,
What matters?, I share with my 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.
is felt, by the Tegucigalpa everyone suffers,
because this is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to and you will know
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The is what I keep, what keeps me sane,
I take what I and what I lose,
are memories of another life 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 I care is sentencing Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

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