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, 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, everything to me, the only
that makes me happy
my only reason pa 'exist, to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my live only in my music box,
What would I be without you?, would be 10%,
I think rap even being awake, awake.
part of me, I k I feel myself
I do not care to be With you with me,
my only friend who is there to listen,
all I have around when I an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going into constant damage, and escape my
feelings that are beyond your reach, 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 all those people,
I'm so weak, but then you me be strong.
more than 90% of me is rap,
what characterizes my personality,
my music box, my life around her,
I wear 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 person is makes me a whole self,
together we make 90 one hundred percent

(x2)
I'm so close, you what I live
what I perceive, I,
I agree with you on 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 and resides in my room
I am like you, if I I get up and no problem
my theme is rap by the system, such humble things.
Put the accent in incredible stories,
tell him that everything is now cries,
in better and cry, cry a little good,
but out to the store.
And Pa I'm changing, I think as you do,
and that line separates us being monsters
My first is not where, perhaps to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
I flow 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 more than enough, 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 also gave some clubs,
What matters?, I with 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
of hard, I brought my 95 to your city,
if offending is not wanted, to need.
Which is felt, by the everyone suffers,
because this congestion is not with Espidifen,
fantastic places to visit and you know
where if you look beaches, but no bread.
The rest is I keep, what keeps 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 I care is sentencing Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

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

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