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 with the 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 to me, the only
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,
What I be without you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap even being awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I myself
I do not care to be alone With you me,
my only friend who is always to listen,
all I have when I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going into constant damage, and my prison
feelings that are your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from to dusk.
No one and can destroy me never,
With you me, pa 'I'm 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 than 90% of me is rap,
most 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 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 difficult to understand,
I invite you to know me, you do?, listen
rap and be a person is what me a whole self,
together we make 90 one hundred percent

(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 my ninety per cent. (x2)

If I feel that is 90% I share,
if I my headquarters and resides in my room
I am like you, if I fall I get up and no
my theme is rap by the system, raise such things.
Put the accent marks in stories,
tell him that 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 that line us from being monsters
My step is not where, perhaps to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
Maybe I flow with the because I could not do better,
growing old, less than what I have,
does it matter?, A nuance that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and because I console myself enough.
Because it is more 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.
clearer, but the distance grows,
I also some punks clubs,
What matters?, I with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still 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.
Which is felt, by the everyone suffers,
because congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to visit and you know
where if you look beaches, but no bread.
The rest is what I keep, keeps me sane,
I what I feel 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 disgust how the I breathe,
but I that I care is sentencing Dulzes saves me,
5% is saved.

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

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