Lyrics of Profesores - Morad

Profesores (original)

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

(translation)

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