Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

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

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.

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

at me now but all before, hey, Mr. Skid 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 them cars in a Jigga

find a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record deal to a deal, I hard for it
Can I to I'm livin' like my Momma told it?
Before you reap it, gotta sow it,

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 from 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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, still on my but can't take
had to be just 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 can't it, you might say I'm ignorant
I'm for courage, victory 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, what is love without
There's five letters really help me

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

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

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

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

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