Malaga city

Today I'm going to talk about the M
The temple of the sun
Drink beer and heat
Luxury, poverty in any alley
Thieving tourists, hou
Welcome to chocolate city
Where could I be better than here?
It was about time on a CD I had a track for you
I plan to end my days in the land that saw me live
Born here
Die here
With that, I am happy
Malaga is magic, is play, is fire, is mafia
Risk your freedom for bales on the beach
Some succeed, others fail
Cash high prices and pay
They screw up and swallow
Packages, the bad ones fly
Daddy is the city of the posers
The troublemakers don't warn
They trouble you to see what they can grab
Junkies looking for a way to scam you
To scam you
Looking for lives with guitars thinking of bleeding you
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 à la carte party nights
Open people, rap in the glove compartment
You smoke shit, this is paradise
Oklahoma tires on every corner you find
There's more weed than money in my life
Light it up buddy, fly
When you're at the party with the big shot
Time doesn't pass, give me alcohol
One more drink listening to me in the club
Bling bling put up your hands up
I wouldn't change you for anything
Cool temperature
Smoking in a hammock with the sea breeze
The coast is a lot of money
Days of flame
Thong, whiskey
No, piña colada
This looks like Los Angeles!
Here marijuana grows like trees!
Smoke it!
Tell me why you haven't come before?
Crazy with attitude
My weight in diamonds, I toast!
Malaga! you're something big for me
You're a second mother to me
The M up!
I want all the bastards to stand up and say
Malaga! you're something big for me
You're a second mother to me
The M up!
I want all the bastards to stand up and say
Malaga! you have taught me many things in my life
The street tells you to open your eyes
Your time has given me strength and courage
You are always present on this journey
I started rehearsing in a garage
Now the notebook is part of my luggage
Your landscapes!
Inspire me on my journey
They give me confidence
The fat man comes to wash your image
It's not Marbella and the tacky ones
The famous parties
The cocaine or hashish traffic
It's the sun shining on your face
Joyful coves
And beautiful people everywhere, monster
Write it on the list
Here the vans come honking
No pipe sells you bread
It's not as much as they talk about
There's shit all over Spain
We are much more shameless
And that deceives you
You make me laugh
Do you think you're going to arrive and they're going to leave you naked without a way out?
Why do you chirp if you don't know anything about this day to day?
If you enter a tough neighborhood, it's normal to lose your life
Of race in the square
Fried fish
Beach bar homey atmospheres
The sea on a plate is exquisite
There's a lot of good 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 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 growing and the coast is a tourist land grandpa
And I don't want them to speak badly of you
And then come to vacation here in a snobby way (oh! shit!)
If you're going to come, learn to appreciate
I don't want pigs in my city
Bitch!
Malaga! you're something big for me
You're a second mother to me
The M up!
Malaga! you're something big for me
You're a second mother to me
The M up!
I want all the bastards to stand up and say
Malaga!!!