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

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