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

 I’m  bout roots
  can’t hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from  me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from the bottom of the 
 But now  got me...me
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, 
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, 
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 1
 Hey I can’t  mad at what ya’ll meet ahead
 I don’t regret my ghetto struggle due  my success
 It ain’t that beautiful to  on overcoming stress
 Top Ramen noodles thank  for the fact I was fed
 Look at me  but all before hey Mr. Skid Row
 The dirty south  just a name the way I’ve been poor
  projects burnin’ white, I call it gizmo
 Went from a gun to  cars in a Jigga video
 Can’t find a meal to a mil, only  know it
  record deal to a deal, I work hard for it
 Can  live to I’m livin’ like my Momma told it
 Before you  it, gotta sew it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
 I can’t hate  I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where  from made me)
 I came from the bottom  the slums
 But now  got me...me
 That’s because  my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, 
  talking bout roots
 
 Verse 2
 Hey,  on my coupe but can’t take
 Somebody had  be just to get away
 My sister had to leave, I respect  stayin safe
 Oh yea I  to grieve but I’m stronger to this day
 Pain, I can’t ignore it, you might say  ignorant
 I’m mistakin’ for courage, which  so gorgeous
  it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
 Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom  so important
 37 ave  187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy
 I’m thankful  the hood, what is love without jealousy
 There’s  five letters really help me
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
 I can’t hate  I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made  (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from the  of the slums
 But now  got me...me
 That’s because  my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’  roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking  roots
 
 Verse 3
 Hey I know the seeds been 
 It’s damaging my  but my dreams been granted
 That triple  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 man  stand for nothin’if he fall off with the feet
 A baller and a hitter  in the street
 If you look  the sand then we all need a crease
 Roots  the branches, roots before mansions
 Roots before your paper crazier  Marilyn Manson
 Roots  your grandparents, roots under your canvas
 Roots whether you black, white,  Spanish
 
 Chorus
  talking’ bout roots
  can’t hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause  I’m from made me)
 I  from the bottom of the slums
 But now I got 
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, 
 I’m  bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots