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

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