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