Paroles et traduction Yung Beef - Infierno

Infierno

La Vendición
Yo, Gelato, infierno
Ooh
Babé, aquí no estamos en mierda comerciales, ey
Mi gata es ganster
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 como 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 sicarios
Guárdate el rosario que si no traes el mal fario
Te echo Rosé, tus labios glossy
Baila como quieras aquí nadie nos tose
Babé, es por ti que no paro de beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Babé, es por ti que no paro de 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 piensas 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
(Oh ooh)
Y ya, baby yo solo pienso en el trá
De cuando te vuelva a encontrar
Y te me ponga detrás
Dime qué vas a hacer
¿Tú te vas a quitar?
Babé, tú solo piensa en el trá
No vas a poder disimular
Trá, trá, trá
(Wow)
Mami, te pones mis prendas de Armani
Las cosas que dicen tus amigas, que soy Riviera Manny
Babé, es por ti que no paro de beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Babé, es por ti que no paro de 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 qué hacer
(Trá) Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Ey, Favela, my man
Díselo, que a nosotros nos escuchan los Khmer, wouh
El presidente, yeah, la mafia, el amor babé
Eh, yeah
Esa pistola, he, esta es pa' que me rocen la pistola
La reina del reggaetón (Pow, pow)
México, Puerto Rico, España, ke lo what
Soy la muerte con la guadaña
Tanger, reggaetón con los sicarios, babé
Díselo Khaled
Salimo' a matar (ey)
No hay mierda comercial
Pa' mi gata gangster

Hell

The Blessing
Yo, Gelato, hell
Ooh
Babe, we ain't into commercial crap here, ey
My girl is a gangster
Tell 'em Yampi
Favela (This is Fendi not Fenty)
Fernandito kit kat, kit kat
Take that hair tie off, baby we're going to heaven
It doesn't matter how they look at us baby, I love you
Red bottoms but you know I'm from the bottom
Bitch you know I'm from the bottom
I'm not good, I'm from the hood
Save your comments, today you're with the hitmen
Put away your rosary, unless you bring bad luck
I pour you Rosé, your lips are glossy
Dance however you want, nobody coughs on us here
Babe, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking
It's because of you that I started believing again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
Babe, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking
It's because of you that I started believing again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
My baby, I know
That when we dance reggaeton
You think about coming
My baby, I know
You're tough, but in your culture
No tiger knows how to do it to you
You always leave without saying goodbye
(Oh ooh)
And yeah, baby I only think about the moment
When I find you again
And get behind you
Tell me what you're gonna do
Are you gonna take it off?
Babe, just think about the moment
You won't be able to hide it
Moment, moment, moment
(Wow)
Baby, you wear my Armani clothes
The things your friends say, that I'm Riviera Manny
Babe, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking
It's because of you that I started believing again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
Babe, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking
It's because of you that I started believing again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
(Moment, moment) Not knowing what to do
(Moment) I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
Ey, Favela, my man
Tell 'em, the Khmer listen to us, wouh
The president, yeah, the mafia, love baby
Eh, yeah
That gun, hey, this is for them to rub my gun
The queen of reggaeton (Pow, pow)
Mexico, Puerto Rico, Spain, ke lo what
I'm death with the scythe
Tangier, reggaeton with the hitmen, baby
Tell 'em Khaled
We go out to kill (ey)
No commercial shit
For my gangster girl