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 what you see with 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,
everything, almost everything 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 would I be you?, That would be 10%,
I think rap without being awake, awake.
You're part of me, I k I feel
I do not to be alone With you with me,
my friend who is always there to listen,
all I have when I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going into constant damage, and escape my
feelings that are beyond reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, dawn to dusk.
No one and can destroy me never,
you with me, pa 'I'm going to ask for more?,
you me be so distinct from all those people,
I'm so weak, but then you me be strong.
more than 90% of me is rap,
what most my personality,
my music box, my revolves around her,
when I wear the helmets, I the stars.
on the clouds, talking to the moon,
I'm happy as a on her cot,
I am a of emotions, what is this feeling?,
rap passion, I was with rap, written in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I invite you to know me, will you do?,
rap and be a person is makes me a whole self,
together we make 90 one hundred percent

(x2)
I'm so close, you live what I
what I perceive, I,
I agree with you on 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 and resides in my room
I am you, if I fall I get up and no problem
my is rap by the system, raise such humble 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 line separates us being monsters
My first 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, less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A nuance a Mazda,
I'm unhappy it, and half because I console myself enough.
it is more 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 also gave punks clubs,
What matters?, I with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is 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 Tegucigalpa suffers,
because congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic to visit and you will know
where if you look beaches, but no bread.
The rest is what I keep, keeps me sane,
I take I feel and what I lose,
are only memories of another life almost, and ago,
different, almost all share.
So happy, so as you can be,
so full of disgust how the I breathe,
but I feel that I care is sentencing Dulzes me,
5% is saved.

(x2)
I'm so close, you live I live
what I perceive, I,
I agree with you on this train, I am a
your lost time is mine, my 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, less you think ...