Por Burro - Tego Calderón

Oye la cosa está mala, el crimen paga

Donde vivo mira muy pocos trabajan

A las tantas se levantan, a robar un

Todos los días ropa nueva y de marca

Tienen mujer, novia, amigas y chillas

Los artistas del barrio ninguno rima

Violan leyes pero aquí tó' lo quieren

Compran guardias, juguetes pa' los nenes

Son los que ponen la ley, autoridad y respeto

Todas las noches rezo que no se los lleven presos

La misi me dice sin estudio no hay futuro

«Tu no quieres ser de esos, lo dudo»

Le he dicho a esta loca misi, jamás ni nunca

Aunque quisiera decirle «¿si sabes pa' qué preguntas?»

Soy de capítulo uno, la escuela ni me gusta

Y en la calle matan na' más al que se la busca

Por burro, por bregar con burro

Por burro, por bregar con burro

Por burro, por bregar con burro

Por burro, por bregar con burro

Oye de grande quiero ser como Yankee, Coscu, Don

O gatillero de un gangster

Estoy colgao', me han suspendido mil veces

¿Pa qué estudiar?, siempre saco 'F'

De kindergarten la maestra mía

Me hizo repetir el grado, porque y que no dormía

No te rías, si quieres que siga

Mi mai estaba presa conmigo en la barriga

De niño no crecí con leche, bebía saliva

Da lástima no queda familia mía

La pena murió en una balacera

Caminen en mis zapatos a ver si es linda como quiera man

Muerte o cárcel es lo que te espera

Me dijo la social en sexto, fucking ramera

Yo niño, ¿qué tu querías que hiciera?

Los más que estudian son los más collera

Son burros, profesionales burros

Son burros, profesionales burros

Son burros, profesionales burros

Son burros, profesionales burros

Yo mi pana se vio apreta’o, se puso a pasar maletas

Lo cogieron, «cuarenta pa' que sepas»

Le dijeron los de la bandera de un montón de estrellas

Pa ver si cumple, o si suelta la paella

Se hace buche o se chotea, con el preso nadie brega

Tu sabes man, pa' que lo creas

Tu querías bugalú, se te apagó la luz

En la calle no hay retiro, ni un plan de salud

El que no quiere hacer tiempo, que trabaje y no se ponga

Que si te cogen te la entierran monga

No se me afloje compadre meta cojones

Los federicos comen y los que pollo comen

Haga su tiempo mire, que usted está joven

Si no le gusta estar preso, pues ¿pa' qué jode?

Hay quienes bregan to’a una vida y no los cogen

Y jodedores que pepitan como los limones

Que burro, te pusiste burro

Que burro, te pusiste burro

Que burro, te pusiste burro

Que burro, te pusiste burro

Hey things are bad, crime pays

Where I live look very few work

At so many they get up, to steal a

Every day new and brand clothes

They have a wife, a girlfriend, friends and yell

The artists of the neighborhood none rhyme

They violate laws but here everyone wants it

They buy guards, toys for the kids

They are the ones who put the law, authority and respect

Every night I pray that they are not taken prisoner

The mission tells me without study there is no future

"You don't want to be one of those, I doubt it"

I have told this crazy mission, never, never

Although I wanted to say to him «if you know why you ask?»

I'm from chapter one, I don't even like school

And in the street they kill na' more to the one who is looking for it

For donkey, for fighting with donkey

For donkey, for fighting with donkey

For donkey, for fighting with donkey

For donkey, for fighting with donkey

Hey when I grow up I want to be like Yankee, Coscu, Don

Or a gangster shooter

I'm hung up, I've been suspended a thousand times

Why study? I always get an 'F'

From kindergarten my teacher

She made me repeat the grade, because and that she did not sleep

Don't laugh, if you want me to continue

My mai was imprisoned with me in the belly

As a child I did not grow up with milk, I drank saliva

It's a shame there's no family left of mine

Pena died in a shootout

Walk in my shoes to see if she is cute as you want man

Death or jail is what awaits you

She told me the social in sixth, fucking whore

I child, what did you want me to do?

The more they study are the more collera

They are donkeys, professional donkeys

They are donkeys, professional donkeys

They are donkeys, professional donkeys

They are donkeys, professional donkeys

My corduroy was tight, she began to pass suitcases

They took him, "forty so you know"

They told him about the flag of a lot of stars

To see if he complies, or if he drops the paella

You make a crop or you joke, with the prisoner no one struggles

You know man, so you can believe it

You wanted boogaloo, the light went out

In the street there is no retirement, nor a health plan

He who does not want to make time, should work and not get

That if they catch you they bury you monga

Don't loosen up, compadre meta cojones

The federicos eat and those who eat chicken

Make your time look, that you are young

If you don't like being in prison, then what the fuck?

There are those who struggle to'a life and do not take them

And fuckers who nuggets like lemons

What a donkey, you got donkey

What a donkey, you got donkey

What a donkey, you got donkey

What a donkey, you got donkey