Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm
'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 ahead
I don't regret my ghetto due to my success
It ain't that beautiful to write on stress
Top Ramen noodles, pappy for the fact I was fed

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

Can't find a meal to a mil, God know it
No record deal to a deal, I 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
'Cause where I'm 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, still on my coupe but 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 this day

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

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

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

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

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

R.O.O.T.S. the branches, R.O.O.T.S. before the mansions
R.O.O.T.S. before your paper than Marilyn Manson
R.O.O.T.S. with 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 hate 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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.