Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm made me
('Cause I'm from made 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 'bout 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 meet
I don't regret my ghetto due to my success
It ain't that beautiful to write on stress
Top Ramen noodles, thank for the fact I was fed

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

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

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm
'Cause I'm from 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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, on my coupe but can't take
Somebody had to be just for me to get
My sister had to leave, I respect her safe
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 two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the wish but the bottom is so

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

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 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

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

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

R.O.O.T.S. before the branches, R.O.O.T.S. before the
R.O.O.T.S. before your paper crazier than Marilyn
R.O.O.T.S. with your grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. under canvas
R.O.O.T.S. you black, white or Spanish

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 the bottom of the slums

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 'bout R.O.O.T.S.