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 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 '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 write on stress
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 just a 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 hard 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 hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm from 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 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, still on my coupe but take
had to be just 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 can't ignore it, you say I'm ignorant
I'm mistakin' for courage, victory so
it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the 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 jealousy?
There's only letters really help me

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm made me
('Cause where I'm from 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 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 been
It's damagin' my soul but my dreams been
That triple life towards, deeper than nurse planet
What could I want more than redoin' I planned it?

Gets no lower a grabbin' at your feet
A man will for nothin' if he fall for the feet
A baller and a hitter all in the
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. before your paper crazier Marilyn Manson
R.O.O.T.S. with your grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. under your
R.O.O.T.S. you black, white or Spanish

I'm talkin' 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 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.