Текст и перевод песни NGA - Escola da Rua

Escola da Rua

Onde ninguem se safa
Foi onde eu cresci
Brilhas um bocado e ficam com raiva de ti
Se não atingires aquela fama ninguem tá contigo
Dinheiro e mulheres sao as fraquezas dos meus amigos
Onde perdeu o respeito é a minha maior fraqueza
Onde essas miudas tem corpo mas não tem beleza
E a guita vai pro carro pra curtir e vestir
Se o mambo tiver a payar então o mano te acude (yeah)
Miuda bem criada mas com a cabeça na lua
E pelo brilho ela deixa que o dinheiro a diminua
E quando um gaijo é igual, um gaijo se habitua
Na verdade somos todos alunos da escola da rua
A escola é a mesma só muda o professor
Eu vejo lagrimas e sangue mas não vejo suor
É muito luxo na miseria muita fantasia
É muito mambo negativo é muita putaria
Perder amigos porque Deus tira tudo o que dá
Por isso há pouca coisa boa e muita coisa má
Muito talento, maior parte dele mal empregão
Prisão é garantida, só estou a espera que o dia chegue
Mano luta pela vida no hospital
Tem que prestar contas com o Senhor no dia do juizo final
Com tanta coisa má, um gaijo só se deprime
Os meus alunos graduados na escola do bem
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua, nessa escola da rua
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua, nessa escola da rua
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua sempre fui bom aluno
Nessa escola da rua, nessa escola da rua

School of the Street

Where no one gets away
It's where I grew up
You shine a little and they get angry with you
If you don't reach that fame, no one is with you
Money and women are the weaknesses of my friends
Where respect is lost is my biggest weakness
Where these girls have bodies but no beauty
And the money goes to the car to enjoy and wear
If the mambo is paying, then the dude helps you (yeah)
Well-bred girl but with her head in the clouds
And for the shine she lets the money diminish her
And when a guy is the same, a guy gets used to it
In fact, we are all students of the school of the street
The school is the same, only the teacher changes
I see tears and blood but I don't see sweat
It's a lot of luxury in misery, a lot of fantasy
It's a lot of negative mambo, it's a lot of whoring
Losing friends because God takes away all that he gives
That's why there's little good and a lot of bad
A lot of talent, most of it poorly employed
Prison is guaranteed, I'm just waiting for the day to come
Dude fights for his life in the hospital
He has to give an account to the Lord on the day of the final judgment
With so much bad stuff, a guy just gets depressed
My students graduated from the school of good
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street, in that school of the street
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street, in that school of the street
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street I was always a good student
In that school of the street, in that school of the street