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

 I’m  bout roots
 I can’t hate where I’m 
 Cause where I’m from made  (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from  bottom of the slums
 But now I got 
 That’s  of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 1
 Hey I can’t be  at what ya’ll meet ahead
 I  regret my ghetto struggle due to my success
  ain’t that beautiful to write on overcoming stress
 Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I was 
 Look at me now but all before hey  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  cars in a Jigga video
 Can’t find a meal to a  only God know it
 No record deal to a deal, I  hard for it
 Can I live to I’m livin’ like my Momma  it
 Before  rip it, gotta sew it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
 I can’t hate where I’m 
 Cause where I’m  made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from  bottom of the slums
 But now  got me...me
 That’s because of  roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking bout 
 
 Verse 2
 Hey, still  my coupe but can’t take
 Somebody had to be just to  away
 My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin 
 Oh yea I had to grieve but I’m stronger  this day
 Pain, I can’t ignore it, you might say I’m 
 I’m mistakin’ for  which victory so gorgeous
 Make it through two  I can make it through any forest
 Hunger gave  the wish, but the bottom is so important
  ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy
 I’m thankful for the hood, what  love without jealousy
 There’s  five letters really help me
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
 I can’t hate where I’m 
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m  made me)
 I came from the bottom of  slums
 But now I  me...me
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah,  Yeeeaaahh)
  talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 3
 Hey I know the  been planted
 It’s damaging my soul but my  been granted
 That triple life towards, much  than nurse planet
 What could I want more than redoing I  planned it
 Gets no lower than a grabbin’  your feet
 A man will stand for nothin’if  fall off with the feet
 A baller and a hitter all in  street
 If you look beneath the sand then we all need  crease
 Roots before the branches,  before mansions
 Roots before your paper crazier  Marilyn Manson
 Roots  your grandparents, roots under your canvas
  whether you black, white, or Spanish
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
 I  hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m  made me)
 I  from the bottom of the slums
 But now I got 
  because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah,  Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking  roots