Текст и перевод песни Gordo Master - Málaga City

Málaga City

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!

[Estribillo]

Málaga! eres algo grande pa mi
Una segunda madre eres pa mi
La m arriba!
Quiero q tos los cabrones se levanten y digan (x2)

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!

[Estribillo]

Málaga! eres algo grande pa mi
Una segunda madre eres pa mi
La m arriba!
Quiero q tos los cabrones se levanten y digan! (x2)

Málaga!

Málaga City

Today I'm gonna talk about the M
The temple of the sun
Babe, beer, and heat
Luxury and poverty in any alleyway
Foreigners getting robbed, man
I'm with my chocolate city
Where could I be better than here?
It was time I had a track for you on a CD
I plan to end my days on the land that saw me live
Born here
Die here
With that, I'm happy
Málaga is magic, it's a game, it's fire, it's mafia
Risk your freedom for bundles on the beach
Some get caught, others fail
High prices, they pay the dough
They screw up and swallow
Bags, the bad guys, mine fly away
Daddy, it's the city of the hustlers
The thieves don't warn you
They snatch to see what they grab
Junkies looking for ways
To rip you off
Lookouts with guitars thinking of bleeding you dry
Banks! Joints! Palm trees! Fancy cars!
My neighborhood ain't what it used to be
Snitches everywhere
Things change
Stacks of bills where there used to be shacks
Smoke on demand, nights of partying
Open people, rap in the glove compartment
You smoke crap, this is paradise
Oklahoma rubber, you find it on every corner
There's more weed here than "morning in my life"
Light it up, buddy, fly away
When you're at the party with the high life

Time doesn't pass, give me alcohol
One more drink, listening to me in the club
Bling bling, you ain't enough for all this
I wouldn't trade you for anything
Temperature fierce crash
Smoking in a hammock with the sea breeze
The coast is big money
Days of fame
Thong, whiskey
Not piña colada
This looks like Los Angeles!
Here marijuana grows like trees!
Smoke it!
Tell me, how come you haven't been here before?
Crazy people with attitude
My weight in diamonds, I toast!

[Chorus]

Málaga! You're something big to me
You're like a second mother to me
The M up high!
I want all the bastards to stand up and say it (x2)

Málaga! You've taught me many things in my life
The street tells you to open your eyes
Your time has given me strength and courage
You're always present in this journey
I started practicing in a garage
Now the notebook is part of my luggage
Your landscapes!
They inspire me in my wanderings
They give me confidence
The fat one comes to clean up your image
It's not Marbella and the snobs
The celebrity parties
The cocaine or high-cost trafficking
It's the sun hitting your face
Coves of joy
And beautiful people everywhere, monster
Write it down on the list
Here the vans come honking
They'll sell you any pipe
It's not as much as they say
There's crap all over Spain
We're just more shameless
And that fools you
You make me laugh
You think you'll arrive and they'll leave you naked with no way out?
Why do you tweet if you don't know anything about this day-to-day life?
If you enter a rough neighborhood, it's normal to lose your way
From race to plaza
Fried fish
Beach bar, homey atmosphere
The sea on a delicious plate
There's a lot of good stuff between her and my flow
There's a lot of art in every corner
My culture is magical, historical air
Poets and painters under the same sky
I'm not gonna let them drag you down
A dreamer from Huelin Town, Málaga
I'd die for you
Sincerely
In 6 years, more new neighborhoods
Málaga is growing, and the coast is touristland, grandpa
And I don't want them to talk bad about you
And then come here to vacation like fancy little things (oh! chit!)
If you're gonna come anyway, be respectful
Learn to appreciate
I don't want pigs in my city
Bitch!

[Chorus]

Málaga! You're something big to me
You're like a second mother to me
The M up high!
I want all the bastards to stand up and say it! (x2)

Málaga!