Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

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

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 y'all meet ahead
I don't my ghetto struggle due to my success
It ain't that beautiful to on overcomin' stress
Top Ramen noodles, thank for the fact I was fed

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

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

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't where I'm from
'Cause where I'm made me
('Cause where I'm from 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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

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

Pain, I ignore it, you might say I'm ignorant
I'm mistakin' for courage, so gorgeous
it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the wish but the bottom is so

37 Ave., 187
Miami, Carol City, now I'm of a legacy
I'm thankful for the hood, is love without jealousy?
only five letters really help me

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm
'Cause I'm from made me
('Cause where I'm from 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 'bout R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.

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

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

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

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