Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

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

Hey, I can't be mad at what meet ahead
I don't regret my ghetto due to my success
It ain't beautiful to write on overcomin' stress
Top Ramen noodles, thank pappy for the 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 burnin' white, I call it
Went from a gun to them cars in a video

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

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 from me)
I from 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 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, still on my coupe but can't
had to be just for me to get away
My had to leave, I respect her stayin' safe
Oh yeah, I had to grieve but I'm stronger till day

Pain, I can't it, you might say I'm ignorant
I'm mistakin' for courage, victory so
it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the but the bottom is so important

37 Ave., 187
Miami, Carol City, now I'm 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 hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm from me
('Cause where I'm made me)
I from 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.

Hey, I thought the seed's planted
It's damagin' my but my dreams been granted
That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse
What could I want more than redoin' I planned it?

Gets no lower than a grabbin' at your
A man will stand for nothin' if he fall for the
A baller and a hitter all in the
If you look beneath the sand we all need 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 crazier than Manson
R.O.O.T.S. your grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. under your canvas
R.O.O.T.S. whether you black, or Spanish

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