Luyện nghe bài hát Roots

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

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

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

Can't find a meal to a mil, only God it
No record deal to a deal, I hard for it
Can I live to I'm like my Momma told it?
you reap it, gotta sow it, yeah

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

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

Pain, I can't ignore it, you might say I'm
I'm mistakin' for courage, victory so
it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the wish but the bottom is so

37 Ave., 187
Miami, City, now I'm part of a legacy
I'm thankful for the hood, is love without jealousy?
only five letters really help me

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm
'Cause I'm from made me
('Cause where I'm made 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, I the seed's been planted
It's my soul but my dreams been granted
That life towards, much deeper than nurse planet
What could I want more than I never planned it?

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

R.O.O.T.S. the branches, R.O.O.T.S. before the mansions
R.O.O.T.S. your paper crazier 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 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm made 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 talkin' R.O.O.T.S.