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, 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,
everything, almost everything to me, the only
thing that makes me
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 without you?, would be 10%,
I think rap even without 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 to relieve, heart pen and paper,
into constant damage, and escape my prison
feelings that are beyond reach, like a cancer,
rap for pleasure, dawn to dusk.
No one and nothing can me never,
With you with me, pa going 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 music box, my life 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 born with rap, in my heart.
I am a difficult to understand,
I invite you to know me, you do?, listen
rap and be a person is what me a whole self,
together 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
lost 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 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 marks in incredible stories,
him that everything is different now cries,
in better times and cry, cry a good,
but out to the store.
And Pa I'm changing, I think as you do,
and that line separates us from being
My first step is not where, to 91,
me, but I'm not sure
Maybe I with the pace because I could not do better,
growing old, less than what I have,
What does it matter?, A that a Mazda,
I'm unhappy without it, and half because I console enough.
Because it is 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.
clearer, but the distance grows,
I gave some punks clubs,
What matters?, I share my Porta 93
and low in my as at Pentecost.
My sport is uncertainty with my notes,
a turkey in the reserve, but on grass
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 to visit and you will know
if you look sunny beaches, but no bread.
The rest is what I keep, keeps me sane,
I take what I feel and I lose,
are only memories of another almost, and long 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 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 train, I am a friend
your lost time is mine, my in this walk,
is that you are 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 than you ...