Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm made me
('Cause where I'm made me)
I came from the of the slums

But now I got me, me, because of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I can't be mad at y'all meet ahead
I don't regret my ghetto due to my success
It that beautiful to write on overcomin' stress
Top Ramen noodles, pappy for the fact I was fed

Look at me now but all before, hey, Mr. Row
The dirty south ain't just a name the way I've poor
The burnin' white, I call it gizmo
Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga

Can't a meal to a mil, only God know it
No deal to a deal, I work hard for it
Can I to I'm livin' like my Momma told it?
Before you reap it, sow it, yeah

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I hate where I'm from
where I'm from made me
('Cause where I'm from me)
I from the bottom of the slums

But now I got me, me, because of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, still on my coupe but can't
Somebody had to be just for me to get
My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin'
Oh yeah, I had to but I'm stronger till this day

Pain, I can't ignore it, you say I'm ignorant
I'm mistakin' for courage, 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., 187
Miami, Carol City, now I'm of a legacy
I'm for the hood, what is love without jealousy?
There's only five letters really me

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate I'm from
'Cause where I'm from me
('Cause I'm from made me)
I came from the of the slums

But now I got me, me, that's of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I the seed's been planted
It's my soul but my dreams been granted
That triple towards, much deeper than nurse planet
could I want more than redoin' I never planned it?

Gets no lower a grabbin' at your feet
A man stand for nothin' if he fall for the feet
A baller and a all in the street
If you look beneath the sand we all need a crease

R.O.O.T.S. before the branches, R.O.O.T.S. the mansions
R.O.O.T.S. before your paper than Marilyn Manson
R.O.O.T.S. with grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. under your canvas
R.O.O.T.S. whether you black, or Spanish

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't where I'm from
'Cause where I'm from me
('Cause where I'm from me)
I from the bottom of the slums

But now I got me, me, that's of my R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout R.O.O.T.S.