Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't where I'm from
'Cause I'm from 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 '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 what meet ahead
I don't regret my ghetto struggle due to my
It ain't that beautiful to write on stress
Top Ramen noodles, pappy for the fact I was fed

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

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

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate I'm from
'Cause 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 'bout 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 sister had to leave, I respect her safe
Oh yeah, I had to grieve but I'm stronger this day

Pain, I ignore 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, City, now I'm part of a legacy
I'm for the hood, what is love without jealousy?
There's only five letters really me

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

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

R.O.O.T.S. before the branches, R.O.O.T.S. before the
R.O.O.T.S. before your crazier than Marilyn Manson
R.O.O.T.S. with your grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. under 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
'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 'bout R.O.O.T.S.