Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I be mad at what 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, thank 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 been
The projects white, I call it gizmo
Went a gun to them cars in a Jigga video

Can't a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record 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' R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where 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 '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
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 ignore it, you might say I'm
I'm mistakin' for courage, so gorgeous
Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any
gave me the wish 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 jealousy?
There's five letters really help me

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

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

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

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