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 from me
('Cause where I'm 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 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I can't be mad at y'all meet ahead
I don't regret my ghetto due to my success
It ain't that beautiful to 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 the way I've been poor
The projects burnin' white, I it gizmo
Went from a gun to them in a Jigga video

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

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate I'm from
'Cause I'm from made me
('Cause where I'm from 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, on my coupe but can't take
had to be just for me to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her safe
Oh yeah, I had to but I'm stronger till this day

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

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

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

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

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

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 Manson
R.O.O.T.S. with your grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. under 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, 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.