[00:00.000] 作词 : Code Kunst/Tablo/Joey Badass
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Code Kunst/Tablo/Joey Badass
[00:31.040]Where I’m from, 'Han' is the name we gave to struggle and pain.
[00:34.860]Its river runs through our city like it runs through our veins.
[00:38.460]To us it’s the one thing above all things.
[00:40.850]Money, love, gods and kings.
[00:42.470]It’s what's drivin’ us,
[00:43.750]be it ahead or insane.
[00:45.630]We sit shotgun to it. Wishin'
[00:47.260]that it takes us, navigates us to a better livin'
[00:49.850]It's with us cramped up in the bus,
[00:51.610]subways, our schools and our buildings.
[00:53.360]it's the price what our appas pay to get food for their children.
[00:56.270]It sits at the bottom of the pot when our ummas got that hot doenjang guk in the kitchen.
[01:00.910]On and on, it makes us hustle on.
[01:02.920]For the money we fight, fall but overcome.
[01:05.270]That's why we call it won.
[01:06.910]Han is spoken yet unspoken.
[01:08.580]We could be broke but never broken.
[01:10.690]It made my father work the graveyard shift
[01:12.520]and still makes his graveyard shift.
[01:14.640]And that's that **** right there.
[01:15.940]What you call ‘soul' is our city right here.
[01:17.830]From Hongdae to Bedstuy,
[01:19.550]we're born from the same pain, shed alike tears.
[01:21.980]Some call it pain.
[01:23.750]We call it '사랑’ man.
[01:25.560]Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can't relate.
[01:28.780]And that's that **** right there.
[01:30.090]누가 뭐래도 내 심장에
[01:32.110]자리잡은 도시 날 깨우는 아침에 소리 밤의 빛, right here
[01:36.030]Some call it pain.
[01:37.710]We call it '사랑’ man.
[01:39.660]Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can't relate.
[01:46.450]Been rap supreme. Guess it's only right how I tax a fiend.
[01:49.510]Been handing out styles, no that ain't free. The most adapt to green, without greed.
[01:53.090]I deserve honors, lots of furs and designers, tucked under wet vaginas, in Havana eating benihana
[01:56.730]while I puff ganja. Then forget all my drama like I ain’t got no fuxking problems man this $$ keep piling in.
[02:00.180]Biggie said it, mo money mo headaches.
[02:02.010]Know he looking down like, “Oh now you get it?”
[02:03.760]Yes I do, it’s best you too. I take the $$ from you then invest in my crew.
[02:07.250]These chest moves, you couldn't guess what's next too.
[02:08.910]I heard the night creepin' up with the next moon.
[02:10.780]Somewhere round next June,
[02:11.300]Somewhere we vex too at the fact that these raps more like vegetables to you.
[02:14.440]But im livin sweet, i got the juice. Sip slow like it's lemon tea with gin too.
[02:17.610]Hot toddy, served to me with a nice mami. Look like Dej Loaf, catch a body if ya try me.
[02:21.450]She so sexy, got a deadly appearance, she dressed up and killed herself in the mirror.
[02:24.800]Good lord help me. The massacre got clearer, bet she still believe in ya selfie.
[02:28.800]See that's that **** right there.
[02:30.040]Another j blown in the mist right there.
[02:31.830]A Sunny day won't make this pic clear.
[02:33.670]For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air.
[02:35.920]This one for the pain.
[02:37.730]This one for the hate.
[02:39.350]Middle finger to the lames and you broke ass niXXas that can't relate.
[02:43.010]And that's that **** right there.
[02:44.190]Another j blown in the mist right there.
[02:46.070]A Sunny day won't make this pic clear.
[02:47.830]For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air.
[02:49.960]This one for the pain.
[02:51.890]This one for the hate.
[02:53.530]Middle finger to the lames and you broke ass niXXas that can't relate.
[03:10.330]Good lord help me.
[03:11.820]힙겹지만 곧 행복이 되겠지.
[03:17.570]Good lord help me.
[03:18.780]두렵지만 곧 행복이 되겠지.
[03:25.020]And that's that **** right there.
[03:26.550]Another j blown in the mist right there.
[03:28.410]A Sunny day won't make this pic clear.
[03:30.150]For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air.
[03:32.340]This one for the pain.
[03:34.290]This one for the hate.
[03:35.980]Middle finger to the lames and you broke ass niXXas that can't relate.
[03:39.370]And that's that **** right there.
[03:40.660]What you call ‘soul' is our city right here.
[03:42.540]From Hongdae to Bedstuy,
[03:44.150]we're born from the same pain, shed alike tears.
[03:46.510]Some call it pain.
[03:48.480]We call it '사랑’ man.
[03:50.230]Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can't relate.
[04:07.380]Pro Era. HIGHGRND. On a Kunst beat. Sit back, lie down × 7
[04:32.040]Pro Era. HIGHGRND. Rep ya hood. Don’t let 'em turn the lights down.

作词 : Code Kunst/Tablo/Joey Badass
作曲 : Code Kunst/Tablo/Joey Badass
Where I’m from, 'Han' is the name we gave to struggle and pain.
Its river runs through our city like it runs through our veins.
To us it’s the one thing above all things.
Money, love, gods and kings.
It’s what's drivin’ us,
be it ahead or insane.
We sit shotgun to it. Wishin'
that it takes us, navigates us to a better livin'
It's with us cramped up in the bus,
subways, our schools and our buildings.
it's the price what our appas pay to get food for their children.
It sits at the bottom of the pot when our ummas got that hot doenjang guk in the kitchen.
On and on, it makes us hustle on.
For the money we fight, fall but overcome.
That's why we call it won.
Han is spoken yet unspoken.
We could be broke but never broken.
It made my father work the graveyard shift
and still makes his graveyard shift.
And that's that **** right there.
What you call ‘soul' is our city right here.
From Hongdae to Bedstuy,
we're born from the same pain, shed alike tears.
Some call it pain.
We call it '사랑’ man.
Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can't relate.
And that's that **** right there.
누가 뭐래도 내 심장에
자리잡은 도시 날 깨우는 아침에 소리 밤의 빛, right here
Some call it pain.
We call it '사랑’ man.
Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can't relate.
Been rap supreme. Guess it's only right how I tax a fiend.
Been handing out styles, no that ain't free. The most adapt to green, without greed.
I deserve honors, lots of furs and designers, tucked under wet vaginas, in Havana eating benihana
while I puff ganja. Then forget all my drama like I ain’t got no fuxking problems man this $$ keep piling in.
Biggie said it, mo money mo headaches.
Know he looking down like, “Oh now you get it?”
Yes I do, it’s best you too. I take the $$ from you then invest in my crew.
These chest moves, you couldn't guess what's next too.
I heard the night creepin' up with the next moon.
Somewhere round next June,
Somewhere we vex too at the fact that these raps more like vegetables to you.
But im livin sweet, i got the juice. Sip slow like it's lemon tea with gin too.
Hot toddy, served to me with a nice mami. Look like Dej Loaf, catch a body if ya try me.
She so sexy, got a deadly appearance, she dressed up and killed herself in the mirror.
Good lord help me. The massacre got clearer, bet she still believe in ya selfie.
See that's that **** right there.
Another j blown in the mist right there.
A Sunny day won't make this pic clear.
For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air.
This one for the pain.
This one for the hate.
Middle finger to the lames and you broke ass niXXas that can't relate.
And that's that **** right there.
Another j blown in the mist right there.
A Sunny day won't make this pic clear.
For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air.
This one for the pain.
This one for the hate.
Middle finger to the lames and you broke ass niXXas that can't relate.
Good lord help me.
힙겹지만 곧 행복이 되겠지.
Good lord help me.
두렵지만 곧 행복이 되겠지.
And that's that **** right there.
Another j blown in the mist right there.
A Sunny day won't make this pic clear.
For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air.
This one for the pain.
This one for the hate.
Middle finger to the lames and you broke ass niXXas that can't relate.
And that's that **** right there.
What you call ‘soul' is our city right here.
From Hongdae to Bedstuy,
we're born from the same pain, shed alike tears.
Some call it pain.
We call it '사랑’ man.
Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can't relate.
Pro Era. HIGHGRND. On a Kunst beat. Sit back, lie down × 7
Pro Era. HIGHGRND. Rep ya hood. Don’t let 'em turn the lights down.