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

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