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, 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 words Zpu Porta,
rap're everything, almost to me, the only
thing that makes me
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.
You're of me, I k I feel myself
I do not to be alone With you with me,
my only who is always there to listen,
all I have when I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going constant damage, and escape my prison
feelings that are your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from to dusk.
No one and nothing can me never,
you with me, pa 'I'm going to ask for more?,
you make me be so distinct from all people,
I'm so weak, but you make me be strong.
Perhaps more 90% of me is rap,
most characterizes my personality,
my music box, my revolves around 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 of emotions, what is this feeling?,
rap passion, I was with rap, written in my heart.
I am a difficult to understand,
I invite you to me, will you do?, listen
rap and be a person is what me a whole self,
because we make 90 one hundred percent

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

If I feel is 90% which 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 marks in incredible stories,
tell him that is different now cries,
in times and cry, cry a little good,
but out to the store.
And Pa I'm changing, I think as you do,
and that line us from being monsters
My first is not where, perhaps to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
Maybe I flow with the because I could not do better,
old, lame less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half because I myself enough.
Because it is than enough, millions ask for help,
if a blurry world, you put eye
not healthy, put a candle,
if is tomorrow, and life miserable,
are 92 of my soul, delirium, and cold.
Vérseme clearer, but the grows,
I also some punks clubs,
What matters?, I share my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still uncertainty 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,
this congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to visit and you will
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is what I keep, what me sane,
I take I feel and what I lose,
are only memories of life almost, and long ago,
different, almost all share.
So happy, so as you can be,
so of disgust 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
what I perceive, I,
I agree with you on this train, I am a
your lost time is mine, my motive in walk,
is you are your my ninety per cent. (x2)

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