Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm
where 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, I can't be mad at what y'all meet
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 south ain't just a name the way I've poor
The projects burnin' white, I call it
Went from a gun to cars in a Jigga video

Can't a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record deal to a deal, I hard 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 where I'm from
where I'm from made me
('Cause where I'm from 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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, on my coupe but can't take
had to be just for me to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin'
Oh yeah, I had to but I'm stronger 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 make it through any
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 without jealousy?
There's five letters really help me

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

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

Gets no lower than a at your feet
A man will stand for if he fall for the feet
A baller and a hitter all in the
If you look the sand then 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 than Manson
R.O.O.T.S. with grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. under 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 I'm from 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.