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

  talking’ bout roots
 I can’t hate  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 got 
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah,  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking  roots
 
 Verse 1
 Hey  can’t be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead
 I don’t regret my ghetto struggle  to my success
 It ain’t that beautiful to write on overcoming 
 Top Ramen noodles thank  for the fact I was fed
 Look at me now but all  hey Mr. Skid Row
 The dirty south ain’t just a name the way I’ve been 
 The projects burnin’ white,  call it gizmo
 Went from  gun to them cars in a Jigga video
 Can’t find a meal to a mil, only  know it
 No record deal to a deal, I work  for it
 Can I live to  livin’ like my Momma told it
 Before you rip  gotta sew it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
 I’m  bout roots
 I can’t hate where I’m 
 Cause where  from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from the bottom of the 
 But now I got 
 That’s because  my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots
 
 Verse 2
 Hey, still on my coupe but can’t 
 Somebody had to be just  get away
 My sister had to leave, I respect  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  which victory so gorgeous
  it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
 Hunger  me the wish, but the bottom is so important
 37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m  of a legacy
 I’m thankful for the hood, what  love without jealousy
 There’s  five letters really help me
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
 I can’t  where I’m from
  where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I  from the bottom of the slums
  now I got me...me
 That’s because of  roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, 
 I’m talking bout 
 
 Verse 3
 Hey I know the seeds  planted
 It’s  my soul but my dreams been granted
  triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet
 What  I want more than redoing I never planned it
  no lower than a grabbin’ on your feet
 A man  stand for nothin’if he fall off with the feet
 A baller and a  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 with  grandparents, roots under your canvas
 Roots  you black, white, or Spanish
 
 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
  now I got me...me
 That’s  of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout  (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots