More songs by Marca MP
Description
It smells like road dust, tobacco smoke, and something familiar that hides between the accent and the bass rhythm. It's simple: childhood on a ranch, cows, the sun, family hands at work - and a sharp turn toward California glamor, where "LV" replaces dirt on boots. But even under a fashionable shirt, you can hear the same blood pumping: loyalty, a flash of anger, a willingness to "rally" without question. It's not a pose - it's code. And when the cigaret smoke drifts in time with the beat, you feel it: a person can change cities, but not the way they look the world in the eye.
Lyrics and translation
Original
"Mato"
Ese es mi apodo que yo llevo desde nato
De morro aguerrido siempre pa los putazos
Y aquel que me mire raro, nomás cálele y verá
En Valenciana
Donde crecí también en donde está mi nana
A mis tíos y abuelos acarreándoles vacas
Pero la vida te cambia y a Califas fui a parar
Mis amistades ya se la saben
Que conmigo pa lo que sea, en caliente a arremangar
Muy bien vestido, LV el amigo
En cualquier rato pa Las Vegas o LA me iré a pasear
Se va directamente hasta Valencín, mi viejo
Fierro
Jalo y exhalo el humo tranquilito del cigarro
Tengo problemas que prefiero no contarlos
Mejor vamos a arreglarnos y al antro rostro tirar
En Valenciana
Donde crecí también en donde está mi nana
A mis tíos y abuelos acarreándoles vacas
Pero la vida te cambia y a Califas fui a parar
Mis amistades ya se la saben
Que conmigo pa lo que sea, en caliente a arremangar
Muy bien vestido, LV el amigo
En cualquier rato pa Las Vegas o LA me iré a pasear
MP, my boy
Arriba los Valencin
English translation
"I kill"
That's my nickname that I've had since birth.
Always with a brave nose for the whores
And whoever looks at me strangely, just shut up and he'll see.
In Valencia
Where I grew up, also where my nana is
To my uncles and grandparents carrying cows
But life changes you and I ended up at Caliphs
My friends already know
That with me for whatever it may be, roll up your sleeves when it's hot
Very well dressed, LV the friend
At any time in Las Vegas or LA I will go for a walk
He goes directly to Valencín, my old man
Iron
I pull and exhale the quiet smoke of the cigarette
I have problems that I prefer not to tell
Better let's get ready and throw our faces into the den
In Valencia
Where I grew up, also where my nana is
To my uncles and grandparents carrying cows
But life changes you and I ended up at Caliphs
My friends already know
That with me for whatever it may be, roll up your sleeves when it's hot
Very well dressed, LV the friend
At any time in Las Vegas or LA I will go for a walk
MP, my boy
Up the Valencin