Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

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, 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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I can't be mad at what meet ahead
I don't regret my ghetto struggle due to my
It that beautiful to write on overcomin' stress
Top Ramen noodles, thank pappy for the I was fed

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

Can't find a to a mil, only 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 it, gotta sow it, yeah

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm
'Cause I'm from made 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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.

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

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

37 Ave., 187
Miami, City, now I'm part of a legacy
I'm thankful for the hood, what is love jealousy?
There's five letters really help me

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

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

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

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

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