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

 I’m  bout roots
 I can’t  where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where  from made me)
 I came from  bottom of the slums
  now I got me...me
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah,  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout  (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 1
 Hey I can’t be mad  what ya’ll meet ahead
 I don’t regret my ghetto struggle due  my success
 It ain’t that beautiful to write on  stress
 Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for  fact I was fed
 Look at me now  all before hey Mr. Skid Row
  dirty south ain’t just a name the way I’ve been poor
 The projects burnin’ white, I  it gizmo
 Went  a gun to them cars in a Jigga video
 Can’t find a meal to a mil, only  know it
 No record deal to a  I work hard for it
  I live to I’m livin’ like my Momma told it
 Before you rip it,  sew it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’  roots
 I can’t hate  I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where  from made me)
 I  from the bottom of the slums
 But now  got me...me
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah,  Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking  roots
 
 Verse 2
 Hey,  on my coupe but can’t take
  had to be just to get away
 My sister had to leave, I respect her  safe
 Oh yea  had to grieve but I’m stronger to this day
 Pain, I can’t ignore it,  might say I’m ignorant
 I’m mistakin’ for courage, which  so gorgeous
 Make it through two Bush, I can make it through  forest
 Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so 
 37 ave and  street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy
 I’m thankful for the hood, what is  without jealousy
 There’s only five  really help me
 
 Chorus
 I’m  bout roots
  can’t hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where  from made me)
 I came from  bottom of the slums
 But now  got me...me
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, 
  talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 3
 Hey I  the seeds been planted
 It’s damaging my soul but my  been granted
 That  life towards, much deeper than nurse planet
 What could I want more than redoing I  planned it
 Gets no lower than  grabbin’ on your feet
 A man will stand  nothin’if he fall off with the feet
  baller and a hitter all in the street
 If you look beneath the sand  we all need a crease
 Roots before  branches, roots before mansions
 Roots before your paper crazier  Marilyn Manson
  with your grandparents, roots under your canvas
 Roots whether you black,  or Spanish
 
 Chorus
 I’m  bout roots
 I  hate where I’m from
 Cause  I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from  bottom of the slums
 But  I got me...me
 That’s because of my  (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’  roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots