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

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