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 dropping Zpu Porta,
rap're everything, everything to me, the only
thing makes me happy
my reason pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse live in my music box,
What would I be without you?, That be 10%,
I think rap even without awake, awake.
part of me, I k I feel myself
I do not care to be alone you with me,
my only friend who is there to listen,
all I have when I want an apology.
The rap is used to relieve, pen and paper,
going into damage, and escape my prison
that are beyond your reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, from 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 than 90% of me is rap,
what characterizes my personality,
my music box, my revolves around her,
when I 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, is this feeling?,
rap passion, I was with rap, written in my heart.
I am a person to understand,
I you to know me, will you do?, listen
rap and be a is what makes me a whole self,
because together we make 90 one percent

(x2)
I'm so close, you live what I
what 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 that is 90% which I share,
if I fight my headquarters and resides in my
I am like you, if I fall I get up and no
my theme is rap by the system, such humble things.
Put the accent marks in stories,
tell him everything is different now cries,
in better and cry, cry a little good,
but out to the store.
And Pa I'm changing, I think as you do,
and that line separates us being monsters
My first is not where, perhaps to 91,
certainly me, but I'm not
I flow with the pace because I could not do better,
growing old, lame less what I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm without it, and half because I console myself enough.
Because it is more than enough, 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 gave some 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
result of hard, I my 95 to your city,
if offending is not wanted, to need.
is felt, by the Tegucigalpa everyone suffers,
because congestion is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to and you will know
where if you look 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 that I is sentencing Dulzes saves 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
lost time is mine, my motive in this walk,
is you are your my ninety per cent. (x2)

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