Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

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

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

at me now but all before, hey, Mr. Skid Row
The dirty south just a name the way I've been poor
The projects burnin' white, I it gizmo
Went a gun to them 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 to I'm livin' like my Momma told it?
Before you reap it, gotta sow it,

I'm talkin' 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 from 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 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 sister had to leave, I respect her stayin'
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, victory so
it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger me the wish but the bottom is so important

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

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

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

Gets no lower a grabbin' at your feet
A man stand for nothin' 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. 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. with 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 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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.