🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: R.O.O.T.S - Flo Rida

 I’m  bout roots
 I can’t hate where  from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where  from made me)
 I came  the bottom of the slums
  now I got me...me
  because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, 
  talking bout roots
 
 Verse 1
  I can’t be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead
 I don’t regret  ghetto struggle due to my success
 It ain’t that beautiful to write on  stress
 Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I  fed
 Look at  now but all before hey Mr. Skid Row
 The dirty south ain’t just a name the  I’ve been poor
 The projects burnin’ white, I call  gizmo
 Went from a gun  them cars in a Jigga video
 Can’t find a  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  Momma told it
 Before you rip it,  sew it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
  talking’ bout roots
  can’t hate where I’m from
  where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from the  of the slums
 But now I got 
 That’s because of my  (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, 
 I’m talking bout 
 
 Verse 2
 Hey,  on my coupe but can’t take
  had to be just to get away
 My sister had to leave,  respect her stayin safe
 Oh yea  had to grieve but I’m stronger to this day
 Pain, I can’t  it, you might say I’m ignorant
 I’m mistakin’ for courage, which victory so 
 Make it through  Bush, I can make it through any forest
 Hunger gave me the wish,  the bottom is so important
 37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat  now I’m part of a legacy
 I’m thankful  the hood, what is love without jealousy
 There’s only five letters really  me
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
 I can’t hate where I’m 
 Cause  I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from the bottom  the slums
 But now I got 
 That’s because of my  (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots
 
 Verse 3
 Hey I know the seeds  planted
 It’s  my soul but my dreams been granted
 That  life towards, much deeper than nurse planet
 What could  want more than redoing I never planned it
 Gets no lower than a grabbin’  your feet
 A man will stand for nothin’if he fall off  the feet
 A baller  a hitter all in the street
 If you look beneath  sand then we all need a crease
 Roots before  branches, roots before mansions
 Roots before your paper crazier  Marilyn Manson
 Roots with your  roots under your canvas
 Roots whether you black,  or Spanish
 
 Chorus
 I’m  bout roots
 I can’t hate where I’m 
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where  from made me)
 I came  the bottom of the slums
  now I got me...me
 That’s because of my roots  Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots