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

 I’m talking’ bout 
 I can’t hate where I’m 
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from  me)
 I came from the bottom of the 
 But now I  me...me
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah,  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking  roots
 
 Verse 1
 Hey I can’t be mad at  ya’ll meet ahead
 I don’t regret my ghetto struggle due to my 
 It ain’t that beautiful to write  overcoming stress
 Top Ramen noodles  pappy for the fact I was fed
 Look at me now but all before  Mr. Skid Row
 The dirty south ain’t just a name the way I’ve been 
 The projects burnin’ white, I call it 
 Went from a gun to them cars  a Jigga video
 Can’t find  meal to a mil, only God know it
 No record  to a deal, I work hard for it
 Can I live  I’m livin’ like my Momma told it
 Before you  it, gotta sew it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
 I’m  bout roots
  can’t hate where I’m from
 Cause  I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made 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’ bout  (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots
 
 Verse 2
 Hey, still on my coupe but  take
 Somebody had to be  to get away
 My sister had to  I respect her stayin safe
  yea I had to grieve but I’m stronger to this day
 Pain, I  ignore it, you might say I’m ignorant
 I’m mistakin’ for courage, which victory  gorgeous
 Make it through two Bush, I  make it through any forest
 Hunger gave me the wish, but the  is so important
 37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat  now I’m part of a legacy
 I’m thankful for the hood, what  love without jealousy
 There’s only five letters  help me
 
 Chorus
  talking’ bout roots
 I can’t hate where  from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause  I’m from made me)
 I came  the bottom of the slums
  now I got me...me
 That’s because  my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’  roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 3
 Hey I know the seeds been 
 It’s damaging my  but my dreams been granted
 That triple life towards, much  than nurse planet
 What could I  more than 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 baller and a  all in the street
 If you look beneath the sand then we all need a 
  before the branches, roots before mansions
 Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn 
 Roots with your  roots under your canvas
 Roots whether you black,  or Spanish
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
  can’t hate where I’m from
 Cause where  from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from the  of the slums
 But now I  me...me
  because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots