Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't where I'm from
'Cause where I'm made me
('Cause where I'm from me)
I came from the of the slums

But now I got me, me, because of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I can't be mad at what y'all ahead
I regret my ghetto struggle due to my success
It ain't beautiful to write on overcomin' stress
Top Ramen noodles, pappy for the fact I was fed

at me now but all before, hey, Mr. Skid Row
The dirty south ain't just a name the way I've poor
The projects burnin' white, I call it
Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga

Can't find a to a mil, only God know it
No deal to a deal, I work hard for it
Can I live to I'm livin' my Momma told it?
Before you it, gotta sow it, yeah

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm
where I'm from made me
('Cause where I'm made me)
I came from the bottom of the

But now I got me, me, that's of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, still on my coupe but take
had to be just for me to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin'
Oh yeah, I had to grieve but I'm stronger till day

Pain, I ignore it, you might say I'm ignorant
I'm mistakin' for courage, so gorgeous
Make it through two Bush, I can it through any forest
Hunger me the wish but the bottom is so important

37 Ave., 187
Miami, City, now I'm part of a legacy
I'm thankful for the hood, what is love without
There's only five letters really me

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate I'm from
'Cause where I'm made me
('Cause I'm from made me)
I came from the bottom of the

But now I got me, me, that's of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I thought the been planted
It's damagin' my soul but my dreams granted
That triple towards, much deeper than nurse planet
What could I want more redoin' I never planned it?

Gets no lower than a grabbin' at your
A man will stand for nothin' if he for the feet
A baller and a all in the street
If you look beneath the sand then we all a crease

R.O.O.T.S. before the branches, R.O.O.T.S. the mansions
R.O.O.T.S. before your paper than Marilyn Manson
R.O.O.T.S. your grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. under your canvas
R.O.O.T.S. whether you black, white or

I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm from
where I'm from made me
('Cause where I'm made me)
I came the bottom of the slums

But now I got me, me, because of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.