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

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