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

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