Текст и перевод песни Gloc 9 feat. Mark Beats - ABAKADA

ABAKADA

Di ko kailangan kunin kung anong sayo
Alam ko kung anong pinag hirapan ko
Hayaan mo nalang iba ang pumuna
Kung meron ka bang dala dalang

Abakada nagbabagang bala
Mga letra na parang granada

Sumasabog pag tumutugtog
Sa larangang pakapalan ng apog

Marami na ang syang nahasa
Mahuhusay na mga bata
Sumusulat ng talata
Bihira na yata ang medyo namumutla

Nakahanda na patunayan
Mga nakikipag sabayan
Ang mapikon ay kawawa
Pagkat mayroong nais lang ay ang mangutya

Di ko kailangan kunin kung anong sayo
Alam ko kung anong pinag hirapan ko
Hayaan mo nalang iba ang pumuna
Kung meron ka bang dala dalang

Abakada nagbabagang bala
Mga letra na parang granada

Sumasabog pag tumutugtog
Sa larangang pakapalan ng apog

Nag simula ako non ganito palang bumanat
Ng mga sinulat kong pilit na kinakalat

Tuloy tuloy parin kahit palaging inaalat
Mag pakilala pangalan ko ay mailamat

Naking ng nakinig sa mga awitin ng buto buto kahit pa inuubo
Sinikap ko talagang makabisado ito

Huwag mo na muna kong tanungin
Kung magkano noon ang kinita ko
Di naman don ako nakatingin kahit nakakasikaw ang nasa paligid nyo
Nakalimutan nyong

Pinuno kong maleta
Kahit pa nakakadena
Taga hugas taga linis
Taga punas ng banyot kobeta

Walisan mong bangketa
Teka meron bang problema
Talagang ganon sa haba ng panahon ay Pinatalas kong lanseta

Puwede ba naman na di mo balikan
Ang bagay na pinili mo kahit nakapikit
Pa?
Napag iwanan kasi walang laman ang pitaka na pinakamaliit ang kita

Nag abang ako sa pila
Labanan na patapos di pa
Kapag ginawa mo na ang lahat

Ibinigay mo ng tapat Ay napapalingon ang mga nakakalingat

ABCs

I don't need to take what's yours
I know what I've worked for
Let others judge
If you have anything to say

ABCs blazing bullets
Letters that are like grenades

Exploding when they play
In the arena where chalk is tossed

There have been so many who've become skilled
Talented youth
Writing verses
It's rare to find one who's pale

Ready to prove it
Those competing
The sensitive ones are pitiful
Because they only want to taunt

I don't need to take what's yours
I know what I've worked for
Let others judge
If you have anything to say

ABCs blazing bullets
Letters that are like grenades

Exploding when they play
In the arena where chalk is tossed

I started back when I used to rap like this
With my written rhymes that I desperately tried to spread

Continuing on even when things were always sour
Introducing myself, my name is Mailamat

I listened to Buto Buto's songs even when I was coughing
I really tried to memorize it

Don't ask me again
How much I earned back then
That's not what I'm concerned with, even if the people around you are jealous
You forgot

I filled my suitcase
Even if it was chained
Washing dishes, cleaning
Scrubbing toilets and bathtubs

Sweep your sidewalks
Wait, is there a problem?
It's really been this way for so long, I've sharpened my scalpel

How could you not go back
To something you chose even with your eyes closed
Huh?
You were left behind because your wallet was empty, the one with the least money

I waited in line
The battle is not over yet
When you've done everything

You've given it your all. You've made those who strayed turn back