🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: R.O.O.T.S - Flo Rida

 I’m  bout roots
 I can’t  where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me  where I’m from made me)
 I came from the bottom  the slums
  now I got me...me
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah,  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’  roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking bout 
 
 Verse 1
 Hey I  be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead
 I don’t regret my ghetto struggle due  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  just a name the way I’ve been poor
  projects burnin’ white, I call it gizmo
 Went from  gun to them cars in a Jigga video
 Can’t find a meal  a mil, only God know it
 No record  to a deal, I work hard for it
 Can I live to I’m livin’ like  Momma told it
 Before you  it, gotta sew it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
  talking’ bout roots
 I can’t hate where  from
  where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from the bottom of the 
 But now I got 
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah,  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking  roots
 
 Verse 2
  still on my coupe but can’t take
 Somebody had to be  to get away
  sister had to leave, I respect her stayin safe
 Oh yea  had to grieve but I’m stronger to this day
 Pain, I can’t ignore it, you  say I’m ignorant
 I’m mistakin’ for  which victory so gorgeous
  it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
 Hunger gave me  wish, but the bottom is so important
 37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat  now I’m part of a legacy
 I’m thankful for the hood, what is  without jealousy
 There’s only five  really help me
 
 Chorus
 I’m  bout roots
  can’t hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where  from made me)
 I came from the bottom of  slums
 But now I got 
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, 
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, 
 I’m talking  roots
 
 Verse 3
 Hey  know the seeds been planted
  damaging my soul but my dreams been granted
 That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse 
  could I want more than redoing I never planned it
 Gets  lower than a grabbin’ on your feet
 A man will stand for nothin’if he fall off with the 
 A baller and a hitter all  the street
  you look beneath the sand then we all need a crease
 Roots before the branches,  before mansions
 Roots before your paper crazier  Marilyn Manson
 Roots with your  roots under your canvas
 Roots whether you  white, or Spanish
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’  roots
 I  hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from  me)
  came from the bottom of the slums
 But now I  me...me
 That’s because of  roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’  roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots