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

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