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 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,
everything, almost everything to me, the only
thing that makes me
my reason pa 'exist, ¿pa' to lie?.
for a cause, for my rap music,
my muse only in my music box,
What would I be without you?, would be 10%,
I rap even without being awake, awake.
part of me, I k I feel myself
I do not care to be alone you with me,
my only who is always there to listen,
all I around when I want an apology.
The rap is to relieve, heart pen and paper,
going into constant damage, and escape my
feelings that are beyond 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 from all those people,
I'm so weak, but you make me be strong.
more than 90% of me is rap,
what most my personality,
my box, my life 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 person to understand,
I you to know me, will you do?, listen
rap and be a person is what me a whole self,
because together we make 90 one 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 time is mine, my motive in walk,
is you are your 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 marks in incredible stories,
tell him that 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 separates us from being monsters
My step is not where, perhaps to 91,
me, but I'm not sure
Maybe I flow with the because I could not do better,
growing old, less than what I have,
What it matter?, A nuance that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half because I myself enough.
it is more 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.
clearer, but the distance grows,
I also gave some clubs,
What matters?, I with my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is still uncertainty my notes,
without a 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,
because this is not exceeded with Espidifen,
fantastic places to and you will know
where if you sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is I keep, what keeps me sane,
I what 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 what I live
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 my ninety per cent. (x2)

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