Текст песни Thank You (Jin) с переводом

This feels good right here, just happy to be here, I mean

I gotta take a moment to thank those that made a difference

Whether small or big, damn, where should I start though?

First and foremost I gotta give praise

To the Lord above and His Almighty ways

Blessin' me with the gift to lift spirits

And evoke emotions through these words everytime you hear it

I got the lyrics and flow, I’m capable so

When I blow, just know this one’s for April and Joe

Me and my little sister, we’re grateful you know

Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow

My favorite uncle Franky for opening ya door

When I ain’t have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor

Taught me the basic survival tools

Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation Bible school

Mr. Diskin for more than passin' grades

And my fourth grade teacher Mr. Scott who passed away

Peep how I met Kamel, corner on the street

We goin' to the top, let’s do it for Shawna and Jaleek

In the beginnin', no one was on Jin’s side folks

Bar and Amory, whoa Bundy that’s an inside joke

Before bullshit friendships, synthetic for cream

Chilled with my wall click, Bryan, Cedric and Jean

So when I moved to NY chose to invest in a few

One love to Patricia, Ben and the rest of the crew

To be loved is a privilige, that’s what I was told

A gem from my man unless more precious than gold

Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick

Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down at Ho Yips

To Dee Waah Chivon and the rest of the deans

For believing in a young man obsessed with a dream

Allowin' me to write history create my own chapter

All original ryders and the generation after

The double R staff my thanks worth a million

And the whole 30th floor at the Universal buildin'

You could never walk in my shoes or stand in my boots

Know how I came up, I’ll never abandon my roots

Yeah, C Rayz, Poison Pen for sharing the stage

Shouts to stronghold, tone and the rest of the plague

Ask Big Zoo, we ten steps ahead of ya

Vice versus, eye to eye, E-O dub regulars

My man J pure for bringin' the heat right

And the rest of the poets, chillin' under streetlights

Just keep the beats tight, shouts to the record spinners

Enough, felli fell and all the heavy hitters

Kubichi K Sly hold me down in L.A.

Might catch me flickin' it up with von in the bay

Then it’s off to the wake up show with tech and sway

Or big nat and foot out in VA

It’s damn near tradition to kick a freestyle

Anytime I’m with Eddie Francis out in Seatown

Can’t forget hometeam as high as I be

Supa Cindy, Big Lip and DJ Irie

The club and mixtape DJ’s that break records

'Cause thanks to them we’ve heard some great records

Shouts out to the technicians they get props

Feel free to holla, anytime you need drops

Bob Collina, the only one to call

Anytime ya boy Jin gota run in with the law

Bert Padell A K A Big Babe Ruth

Got the brinks truck outside, let’s get paid loot

6 4 6 6, the trips back and forth

From the studio to the crib, I’m never slackin' off

How 'bout Will, Spivey and of course Killa Kai?

Boondo, Randy, Feron just a few of my

Close associates that I love to see

School me to the game like Joe box and Brother E

Razor and Mario for all them times we rocked shows

To the rest of 176, tato

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Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa, Landy and J

Keepin' me fresh Ellis at the barbershop

Coast to coast, lifestyles reppin' the R alot

My man cartoon bringin' the fresh sound

Cookie and mag OG’s holdin' the West down

And of course Swizz Blocks, Carl, climax

Far east movement, they got what ya minds lack

T dot Montreal where I keep mass appeal

Romero, baby you, R G and Neil

It pays to keep it real even more to be sincere

Thanks to B E T for jump startin' my career

As for one oh six who they askin' about

Free and A J can’t wait to see yall back on the couch

And MTV for givin' advance warnings

John Singleton plus the chance at performin'

The soul stopper X L Rolling Stone vibe

The truth, the lies, the layout in rides

For every write up forever in context

King magazine Elle girl and complex

To all the producers for providin' the beats

Shouts to Neo, Tunehedz, Divine and Elite

JR, Wyclef, Kanye, can I rep

This is real hip hop be damned if I let

Y’all tell me otherwise 'cause we so live

This one’s for 954 and 305

All the way to 718 and 212

And if you ever showed love this one’s for you

But I gota say thanks even those that hated

'Cause, 'cause ya’ll kept me motivated

{You see, lot times

People dont appreciate the love and support

That they get from they family an' friends

Haters and all they are locked into but not me}

{See I never take none of that for granted

So I knew I had to take a moment

And atleast let ya’ll know how I felt about it

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y’all

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y’all

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y’all

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y’all

'Cause when I’m sure there is no me

Oh my cha I can’t forget about you

I know when you make sinners down

You doin' a real good job on that

I know I probaly forgot a ton of people

But don’t think that you know count it

Anyway you want, it’s just that

It’s a lot goin' on right now

I got my element

Little bit of Henessee left in my cup

No I don’t even drink like that

I love ya, the rest is history baby

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y’all

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y’all

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y’all

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y’all