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

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