Profesores - Morad

El profesor de mate' me quería me decía

Madre mía cómo tú sabe' de cálculo

Y le decía que en la calle yo siempre lo hacía

Mientra' que otros tuvieron que poner el culo

Que por un numerito yo te estrangulo

Me voy a lo callado, a lo disimulo

Por eso en la' mate' era listo

Y en la calle nunca tuve que caer en el suelo

La de castellano la dejé por los suelo'

Porque a mí me decía que yo era malo

Al de física le di con un palo

Por sacarme a mi abuelo

Que Alah me lo cuide en el cielo

A la de inglés que le cuide su enfermero

Porque ella me castigaba

Por decirle que en mi barrio con inglé' no hay dinero

El de sociale'

Me decía «Morad, tú no vale'

Acabarás preso, muerto o sino acabarás en los tribunale'»

Y le decía «la primera puede, puede

La segunda no y la tercera vale»

Pero recuerda cómo se está preso

Mañana también se coge y se sale

Un saludo a profesore', educadore'

Y a la gente que me estaba mirando con desprecio

A lo' que algún día quisieron abusar

Y les salió caro el precio

A palabra' necia', oído' sordo'

Del camino a la cima solamente yo me voy con lo' mío' a bordo, con los mío' a

bordo

Un saludo a profesore', educadore'

Y a la gente que me estaba mirando con desprecio

A lo' que algún día quisieron abusar

Y les salió caro el precio

A palabra' necia', oído' sordo'

Del camino a la cima solamente yo me voy con lo' mío' a bordo, con los mío' a

bordo

Y como yo somo' uno' cuanto'

Que no cantan pero le' desearon lo peor

Que la calle está mala, pero todo irá a mejor

Somo' mucho' que lo hacemos todo por la mama

Y no solamente por un graduado

Lo hacemo' por lo único que saben

Que no vamo' a estar encerrado'

Lo que pasó se quedó en pasado

Y como me decía Beni

No siempre es tu amigo es el que está contigo sentado

Y un beso para lo' que siguen preso'

Que sepan que pronto se sale, pronto se sale

Y un beso para lo' que siguen preso'

Y se buscaron en la calle, yah-yah, la calle, (Yah-yah)

Un saludo a profesore', educadore'

Y a la gente que me estaba mirando con desprecio

A lo' que algún día quisieron abusar

(Y les salió caro el precio)

(A palabra' necia', oído' sordo')

(Del camino a la cima solamente yo me voy con lo' mío' a bordo, con los mío' a

bordo)

Un saludo a profesore', educadore'

Y a la gente que me estaba mirando con desprecio

A lo' que algún día quisieron abusar

Y les salió caro el precio

A palabra' necia', oído' sordo'

Del camino a la cima solamente yo me voy con lo' mío' a bordo, con los mío' a

bordo

El Vato, ah-ah-ah

Y dime Beni, ah-ah-ah

En mi clase nunca hay chivato'

En mi clase ha si’o to' por money

The mate teacher loved me, he told me

My goodness, how do you know about calculus?

And he told her that in the street I always did it

While others had to put their asses

That for a little number I strangle you

I'm going to the quiet, to the dissimulation

That's why in the 'mate' he was ready

And on the street I never had to hit the ground

I left the Spanish one on the ground'

Because he told me that I was bad

I hit the physics guy with a stick

for taking my grandfather out of me

May Allah take care of him in heaven

To the English one, let her nurse take care of her

because she punished me

For telling him that there is no money in my neighborhood with English

The one of sociale'

She told me «Morad, you are not worth it '

You will end up imprisoned, dead or else you will end up in court'»

And she told him "the first one can, can

The second is not and the third is okay»

But he remembers how he is being imprisoned

Tomorrow he also fucks and leaves

A greeting to professor', educator'

And the people who were looking down on me

To what one day they wanted to abuse

And the price was expensive

To a 'foolish' word, 'deaf' ear

From the road to the top, only I go with what's mine on board, with what's mine

board

A greeting to professor', educator'

And the people who were looking down on me

To what one day they wanted to abuse

And the price was expensive

To a 'foolish' word, 'deaf' ear

From the road to the top, only I go with what's mine on board, with what's mine

board

And since I'm 'one' how much'

They don't sing but they wished him the worst

That the street is bad, but everything will be better

We are' a lot' that we do everything for the mom

And not just for a graduate

We do it for the only thing they know

That we are not going to be locked up

What happened stayed in the past

And as Beni told me

It's not always your friend, it's the one sitting with you

And a kiss for those who are still in prison

Let them know that soon it will come out, soon it will come out

And a kiss for those who are still in prison

And they looked for each other on the street, yah-yah, the street, (Yah-yah)

A greeting to professor', educator'

And the people who were looking down on me

To what one day they wanted to abuse

(And the price was expensive)

(A 'foolish' word, 'deaf' ear)

(From the road to the top, only I go with mine on board, with mine on

board)

A greeting to professor', educator'

And the people who were looking down on me

To what one day they wanted to abuse

And the price was expensive

To a 'foolish' word, 'deaf' ear

From the road to the top, only I go with what's mine on board, with what's mine

board

The Vato, ah-ah-ah

And tell me Beni, ah-ah-ah

In my class there is never a sneak'

In my class there has been everything for money