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 like 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,
rap're everything, everything to me, the only
that makes me happy
my reason pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse live only in my box,
What would I be without you?, 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 With you with me,
my only friend who is there to listen,
all I have around I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going into damage, and escape my prison
feelings are beyond your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, dawn to dusk.
No one and nothing can me never,
With you with me, pa 'I'm 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 most my personality,
my box, my life 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 collector of emotions, what is feeling?,
rap passion, I was born with rap, in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I invite you to me, will you do?, listen
rap and be a person is what makes me a self,
because we make 90 one hundred percent

(x2)
I'm so close, you live I live
feel I perceive, I,
I with you on this train, I am a friend
lost 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 is rap by the system, raise such humble things.
Put the accent in incredible stories,
tell him everything 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 first step is not where, to 91,
me, but I'm not sure
Maybe I flow the pace because I could not do better,
growing old, lame less what I have,
does it matter?, A nuance that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and because I console myself enough.
it is more than 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.
Vérseme clearer, but the grows,
I also gave punks clubs,
What matters?, I share my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My is still uncertainty with my notes,
a turkey in the reserve, but on grass
result of hard, I brought my 95 to city,
if is not wanted, claims to need.
Which is felt, by the everyone suffers,
this congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to and you will know
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The is what I keep, what keeps me sane,
I take what I feel and I lose,
are memories of another life almost, and long ago,
little different, all share.
So happy, so as you can be,
so full of how the world I breathe,
but I that 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 with you on this train, I am a
your time is mine, my motive in this 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, than you think ...