Translation of the song lyrics Infierno - yung beef, Kiid Favelas

Infierno (original)

La-La-La-La Vendicion
Yo', Gelato, infierno
Uhh
Bebé aquí no estamo' en mierda' comerciale'
Pa' mi gata es gangster
Díselo, Yampi
Favela (esto es Fendi no Fenty)
Fernandito Kit-Kat, Kit-Kat
Quítate ese chingo del pelo, baby, nos vamos pal' cielo
Da igual cómo nos miren, baby, yo te quiero
Red bottom but you know I’m from the bottom
Bitch, you know I’m from the bottom
No soy bueno, soy del barrio
Ahórrate tus comentarios que hoy estás con los sicario'
Guárdate el rosario que si no traes el mal fario
X on rose, tus labios glossy
Baila como quieras, aquí nadie nos tose
Bebé, es por ti que no paro 'e beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Bebé, es por ti que no paro 'e beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Mi baby, yo lo sé
Que cuando bailamos reggaetón tú te piensa' en venirte
Mi baby, yo lo sé
Tú eres dura pero es que en tu cultura ningún tigre te lo sabe hacer
Siempre te vas sin despedirte (Ouh-oh)
Y ya, baby yo sólo pienso en el trá
De cuando te vuelva a encontrar
Y te me ponga' detrá'
Dime qué va' a hacer, ¿tú te vas a quitar?
Baby, tú sólo piensa en el trá
No va' a poder disimular
Trá, trá, ah, trá (wow)
Mami, te pones mis prendas de Armani
Las cosa' que dicen tus amigas
Que soy Riviera Manny
Bebé, es por ti que no paro 'e beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Bebé, es por ti que no paro 'e beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Trá, trá
Sin saber que hacer
Trá, trá
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Ey, Favela, my man
Díselo, que a nosotros nos escuchan los X-Men
El presidente, yeah
La Mafia del Amor, bebé, eh
Rosa pistola, esta es para que me roce la pistola
La reina del reggaetón
México, Puerto Rico, España, qué lo what
Soy la muerte con la guadaña
Tanger
Reggaetón con los sicarios bebé
Díselo Khaled
Salimo' a matar (eh)
No hay mierda comercial
Pa' mi gata gangster

Infierno (translation)

La-La-La-La Sale
I', Gelato, hell
uh
Baby here we are not in commercial shit
Pa' my cat is a gangster
Tell him Yampi
Favela (this is Fendi not Fenty)
Fernandito Kit-Kat, Kit-Kat
Get that shit out of your hair, baby, we're going to heaven
No matter how they look at us, baby, I love you
Red bottom but you know I'm from the bottom
Bitch, you know I'm from the bottom
I'm not good, I'm from the neighborhood
Save your comments because today you are with the hitmen'
Keep the rosary that if you don't bring the bad fate
X on rose, your lips glossy
Dance as you want, here nobody coughs on us
Baby, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking
It is because of you that I have returned to believe
I was down and alone on the street
Without knowing what to do
Baby, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking
It is because of you that I have returned to believe
I was down and alone on the street
Without knowing what to do
My baby, I know
That when we dance reggaeton you think about coming
My baby, I know
You are tough but in your culture no tiger knows how to do it to you
You always leave without saying goodbye (Ouh-oh)
And now, baby, I only think about the traffic
From when I meet you again
And put me 'behind'
Tell me what are you going to do, are you going to take off?
Baby, you only think about the traffic
It's not going to be able to hide
Tra, tra, ah, tra (wow)
Mommy, you wear my Armani clothes
The things that your friends say
I am Riviera Manny
Baby, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking
It is because of you that I have returned to believe
I was down and alone on the street
Without knowing what to do
Baby, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking
It is because of you that I have returned to believe
I was down and alone on the street
Without knowing what to do
tra, tra
Without knowing what to do
tra, tra
I was down and alone on the street
Without knowing what to do
Hey, Favela, my man
Tell him, that the X-Men listen to us
The president, yeah
The Mafia of Love, baby, huh
Pink gun, this is for me to rub the gun
The queen of reggaeton
Mexico, Puerto Rico, Spain, what what what
I am death with the scythe
Tangier
Reggaeton with the baby hitmen
tell him khaled
We went out to kill (eh)
no commercial shit
For my gangster cat