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 what you see with the naked eye, 90% of my ...

Yeah yeah, this is Porta! (Yeah!), The 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,
everything, almost everything to me, the only
thing that me happy
my only reason pa 'exist, to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse only in my music box,
What I be without you?, That would be 10%,
I rap even without being awake, awake.
You're of me, I k I feel myself
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 into constant damage, and escape my
feelings that are beyond your reach, a cancer,
rap for pleasure, dawn to dusk.
No one and can destroy 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 you make me be strong.
Perhaps more 90% of me is rap,
what characterizes my personality,
my music box, my life revolves 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 born with rap, in my heart.
I am a difficult to understand,
I invite you to know me, you do?, listen
rap and be a is what makes me a whole self,
because together we make 90 one hundred

(x2)
I'm so close, you live 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 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 you, if I fall I get up and no problem
my theme is rap by the system, raise such things.
Put the accent marks in 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 that separates us from being monsters
My first step is not where, to 91,
me, but I'm not sure
Maybe I with the pace because I could not do better,
old, lame less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A nuance a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half because I console enough.
Because it is more 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.
clearer, but the distance grows,
I also some punks clubs,
What matters?, I share with my 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still uncertainty my notes,
a turkey 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 everyone suffers,
because congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to and you will know
where if you sunny beaches, but no bread.
The is what I keep, what keeps me sane,
I take what I feel and 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 care is sentencing Dulzes me,
5% is saved.

(x2)
I'm so close, you live I live
feel I perceive, I,
I with 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)

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