Profesores
El profesor de mates me quería me decía
Madre mía como tú sabes de calculo
Y le decía que en la calle yo siempre lo hacia
Mientras otros tuvieron que poner el culo
Que por un numerito yo te estrangulo
Me voy a lo callado a lo disimulo
Por eso en las mates era listo
Y en la calle yo nunca tuve que caer en el suelo
La de castellano la deje por los suelos
Porque a mí me decía que yo era malo
Al de fisica le di con un palo
Por sacarme a mi abuelo
Que Allah me lo cuide en el cielo
A la de ingles que le cuide su enfermero
Porque ella me castigaba
Por decirle que en mi barrio con ingles no hay dinero
El de sociales me decía: Morad tu no vales
Acabaras preso, muerto o sino acabaras en los tribunales
Y le decía: La primera puede, puede la segunda no y la tercera vale
Pero recuerda como se esta preso mañana también se coge y se sale
Un saludo a profesores, educadores
Y a la gente que me estaba mirando con desprecio
A los que algún día quisieron abusar
Y les salió caro el precio
A palabras necias, oídos sordos
De camino a la cima solamente yo me voy con los míos
A bordo, con los míos a bordo
Un saludo a profesores, educadures y a la gente que me estaba mirando con desprecio
A los que algún día quisieron abusar
Y les salió caro el precio
A palabras necias, oídos sordos
De camino a la cima solamente yo me voy con los míos
A bordo, con los míos a bordo
Y como yo somos unos cuantos
Que no cantan pero les desearon lo peor
Que la calle esta mala
Pero todo ira a mejor
Somo muchos que lo hacemos todo por la mama
Y no solamente por un graduado
Lo hacemos por lo único que saben
Que no van a estar encerrados
A la la la la la, lo que paso se quedo en pasado
Y como me decía Benny no siempre es tu amigo
Ese que esta contigo sentado
Y un beso para los que siguen preso
Que sepan que pronto se sale, pronto se sale
Y un beso para los que siguen preso
Y se buscaron en la calle, en la calle
Un saludo a profesores, educadores
Y a la gente que me estaba mirando con desprecio
A los que algún día quisieron abusar
Y les salió caro el precio
A palabras necias, oídos sordos
De camino a la cima solamente yo me voy con los míos
A bordo, con los míos a bordo
Un saludo a profesores, educadures
Y a la gente que me estaba mirando con desprecio
A los que algún día quisieron abusar
Y les salió caro el precio
A palabra necia, oídos sordos
De camino a la cima solamente yo me voy con los míos
A bordo, con los míos a bordo
En mi clase nunca hay chivatos
En mi clase ha sido to por money
Teachers
The math teacher loved me, he told me
My goodness, how do you know calculus?
And I told him that on the street I always did it
While others had to put their asses
That for a little number I strangle you
I go to the quiet to the dissimulation
That's why he was smart in math
And in the street I never had to fall on the ground
I left the Spanish one on the floor
Because he told me that I was bad
I hit the physics guy with a stick
For taking away my grandfather
May Allah take care of me in heaven
To the English one, let her nurse take care of her
Because she punished me
For telling him that in my neighborhood with English there is no money
The social worker told me: Morad, you're not worth it
You will end up in prison, dead or else you will end up in court
And I told him: The first one can, the second can't, and the third is fine
But remember how you are imprisoned, tomorrow you also get caught and get out
Greetings to teachers, educators
And to the people who were looking at me with contempt
To those who one day wanted to abuse
And the price was expensive
To foolish words, deaf ears
On the way to the top, only I go with mine
On board, with mine on board
Greetings to teachers, educators and the people who were looking at me with contempt
To those who one day wanted to abuse
And the price was expensive
To foolish words, deaf ears
On the way to the top, only I go with mine
On board, with mine on board
And like me there are a few of us
They don't sing but they wished them the worst
That the street is bad
But everything will get better
There are many of us who do everything for our mother
And not just for a graduate
We do it for the only thing they know
That they are not going to be locked up
A la la la la la, what happened stayed in the past
And as Benny told me, he's not always your friend
The one that is sitting with you
And a kiss for those who are still imprisoned
Let them know that it will come out soon, it will come out soon
And a kiss for those who are still imprisoned
And they looked for each other in the street, in the street
Greetings to teachers, educators
And to the people who were looking at me with contempt
To those who one day wanted to abuse
And the price was expensive
To foolish words, deaf ears
On the way to the top, only I go with mine
On board, with mine on board
Greetings to teachers, educators
And to the people who were looking at me with contempt
To those who one day wanted to abuse
And the price was expensive
To a foolish word, deaf ears
On the way to the top, only I go with mine
On board, with mine on board
In my class there are never snitches
In my class it has been everything for money