Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm made me
('Cause I'm from made me)
I came the bottom of the slums

But now I got me, me, because of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I can't be mad at what y'all meet
I don't regret my ghetto due to my success
It ain't that beautiful to on overcomin' stress
Top noodles, thank pappy for the fact I was fed

Look at me now but all before, hey, Mr. Row
The dirty south ain't a name the way I've been poor
The projects burnin' white, I it gizmo
Went from a gun to cars in a Jigga video

Can't find a meal to a mil, God know it
No record deal to a deal, I work for it
Can I live to I'm like my Momma told it?
Before you reap it, sow it, yeah

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate I'm from
where I'm from made me
('Cause where I'm made me)
I came from the of the slums

But now I got me, me, because of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, on my coupe but can't take
Somebody had to be for me to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin'
Oh yeah, I had to grieve but I'm till this day

Pain, I can't ignore it, you might say I'm
I'm mistakin' for courage, so gorgeous
Make it through two Bush, I can it through any forest
Hunger gave me the wish but the is so important

37 Ave., 187
Miami, Carol City, now I'm part of a
I'm thankful for the hood, what is without jealousy?
There's only five really help me

I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm made me
('Cause I'm from made me)
I from the bottom of the slums

But now I got me, me, that's of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I thought the been planted
It's damagin' my soul but my been granted
That triple life towards, deeper than nurse planet
What could I want more redoin' I never planned it?

Gets no lower than a grabbin' at feet
A man will stand for if he fall for the feet
A baller and a all in the street
If you look beneath the sand then we all need a

R.O.O.T.S. before the branches, R.O.O.T.S. before the
R.O.O.T.S. your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson
R.O.O.T.S. with grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. under your canvas
R.O.O.T.S. whether you black, white or

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm
'Cause where I'm from me
('Cause where I'm made me)
I came the bottom of the slums

But now I got me, me, that's of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.