Paroles et traduction Soulshaker & Sandy B - Make the World Go Round (Stereojackers Remix)

Make the World Go Round (Stereojackers Remix)

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Hoy voy a hablar de la m
El templo del sol
Beibe cerveza y calor
Lujos pobreza en kualkier kallejon
Guiri mangantes home
Voi con tu chocolate city
¿Donde voi a estar mejor q aki?
Ya era hora en un cd tuviera un track pa ti
Pienso akabar mis dias en la tierra q me vio vivir
Nacer aki
Morir aki
Con eso soi feliz
Málaga es magia, es juego, es fuego, es mafia
Arriesga tu libertad por fardos en la playa
Unos pillan, otros fallan,
Pasta altos precios y pagan
La cagan y tragan
Talegos las malas los mios vuelan
Papi es la ciudad de los pintas
Los kinkis no avisan
Te kinkan pa ver lo q trinkan
Yonkis q te buskan las vueltas
Pa tangarte
Buskavias con guitarras pensando en sangrarte
Bancos! porros! palmeras! coches elegantes!
Mi barrio ya no es lo q era antes
Chivatos por toas partes
Las cosas cambiam
Bloques d billetes donde antes abian cabañas
Humo a la carta noches de juerga
Gente abierta rap en la guantera
Tu fumas mierda esto es el paradais
Gomas d oklahoma en kada eskina enkontrais
Ahi mas yurto q morning in my life
Prendelo compi vuela
Cuando estas en la fiesta con el vasilon

No pasa el tiempo give me alcohol
Una copa mas escuchandome en el club
Blinblin you ni pa to enso
No te cambio por na
Temperatura fer crash
Fumando en una hamaca con la brisa del mar
La costa es mucha lana
Dias d fama
Tanga wisky
No piña colada
Esto parece los angeles!
Aqui la marihuana crece como arboles!
Fumale!
¿Dime como no as venio antes?
Locos con talante
Mi peso en diamantes yo brindo!

Málaga! eres algo grande pa mi
Una segunda madre eres pa mi
La m arriba!
Quiero q tos los cabrones se levanten y digan Málaga! tu me as enseñao muchas cosas in my life
La calle te dice open your eyes
Tu tiempo me a dao fuerza y coraje
Siempre estas presente en este viaje
Empezé ensayando en un garaje
Ahora la libreta es parte de mi equipaje
Tus paisajes!
Me inspiran en mi andanza
Me dan confianza
El gordo viene pa lavar tu imagen
No es marbella y los casposos
Las fiestas de famosos
El trafico de coca o de costo
Es el sol dando en tu rostro
Calitas de gozo
Y gente guapa por tos laos monstruo
Apunta en la lista
Aqui las furgonas vienen pitan
Te vende pa ninguna pipa
No es tanto como hablan
Mierda hay en toa españa
Somos muchos mas descaraos
Y eso te engaña
Haces q me ria
¿Crees q vas a llegar y te van a dejar en pelotas sin salia?
¿Por que pias si no sabes na d este dia a dia?
Si entras en un barrio chungo es normal q pierdas la via
De raza en plaza
Pescaitos fritos
Chiringuito ambientes de casa
El mar en un plato esquisito
Hay muchas buenas entre ella y mi flow
Hay mucho arte por cada rincon
Mi cultura es aire magico, histórico
Poetas y pintores bajo un mismo cielo
No voy a dejar q te tiren al suelo
Un malagueño soñador del huelin town
Por ti muero
Sincero
De aqui a 6 años mas barrios nuevos
Málaga se agranda y la costa es guirilandia abuelo
Y quiero q no hablen mal de ti
Y luego vengan a veranear aqui en plan pitis mikis (oh! chit!)
Señorial si vas a venir igual
Aprende a valorar
No quiero puercos en mi ciudad
Bitch!!

Málaga! eres algo grande pa mi
Una segunda madre eres pa mi
La m arriba!
Quiero q tos los cabrones se levanten y digan! Málaga!!!

Make the World Go Round (Stereojackers Remix)

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Today I'm going to talk about M
The temple of the sun
Baby beer and heat
Luxury poverty in any alley
Guiri thieves home
I go with your chocolate city
Where am I going to be better than here?
It was about time I had a track for you on a CD
I plan to end my days in the land that saw me live
Born here
Die here
That's how I'm happy
Malaga is magic, is a game, is fire, is mafia
Risk your freedom for bales on the beach
Some catch, others fail,
Pasta high prices and pay
They shit and swallow
Bags the bad guys mine fly
Daddy is the city of the pintas
The kinkis don't warn
They kink you to see what you drink
Junkies looking for a way around you
To screw you over
Buskers with guitars thinking of bleeding you dry
Banks! Joints! Palm trees! Elegant cars!
My neighborhood is not what it used to be
Snitches everywhere
Things change
Blocks of bills where there used to be huts
Smoke a la carte nights of partying
Open people rap in the glove compartment
You smoke shit this is paradise
Oklahoma rubber bands you find on every corner
There's more yogurt than morning in my life
Light it up buddy fly
When you're at the party with the big bash

Time doesn't pass give me alcohol
One more drink listening to me in the club
Blinblin you not even for all enso
I wouldn't trade you for anything
Temperature fer crash
Smoking in a hammock with the sea breeze
The coast is a lot of wool
Days of fame
Thong whiskey
No piña colada
This looks like Los Angeles!
Here marijuana grows like trees!
Smoke it!
Tell me how come you haven't come before?
Crazy people with talent
My weight in diamonds I toast!

Malaga! You are something big to me
A second mother you are to me
The m up!
I want all the bastards to get up and say Malaga! You have taught me many things in my life
The street tells you open your eyes
Your time has given me strength and courage
You are always present in this journey
I started rehearsing in a garage
Now the notebook is part of my luggage
Your landscapes!
They inspire me in my walk
They give me confidence
The fat man comes to wash your image
It's not Marbella and the snobs
Celebrity parties
The trafficking of coca or cost
It's the sun shining on your face
Coves of joy
And beautiful people everywhere monster
Write it down on the list
Here the vans come beeping
Sells you for no pipe
It's not as much as they say
There's shit all over Spain
We are many more shameless
And that deceives you
You make me laugh
You think you're going to arrive and they're going to leave you in your birthday suit with no way out?
Why do you tweet if you don't know anything about this day to day?
If you enter a rough neighborhood it is normal that you lose your way
From race to plaza
Fried fish
Beach bar homey atmosphere
The sea on a plate exquisite
There's a lot of good between her and my flow
There's a lot of art around every corner
My culture is magical, historical air
Poets and painters under the same sky
I'm not going to let them throw you to the ground
A dreamer from Huelin Town
I die for you
Sincere
From here to 6 more years new neighborhoods
Malaga is getting bigger and the coast is guirilandia grandpa
And I don't want them to talk bad about you
And then they come to spend the summer here in plan pitis mikis (oh! chit!)
Lordly if you're going to come anyway
Learn to value
I don't want pigs in my city
Bitch!!

Malaga! You are something big to me
A second mother you are to me
The m up!
I want all the bastards to get up and say! Malaga!!!