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 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 'bout R.O.O.T.S.

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

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

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

I'm talkin' R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm from
where I'm from made me
('Cause where I'm from 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 '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 take
Somebody had to be for me to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin'
Oh yeah, I had to grieve but I'm till this day

Pain, I ignore it, you might say I'm ignorant
I'm mistakin' for courage, so gorgeous
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, Carol City, now I'm part of a
I'm thankful for the hood, what is without jealousy?
There's only five letters help me

I'm talkin' 'bout R.O.O.T.S., I can't hate where I'm
where 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 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 damagin' my soul but my been granted
triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet
What could I want more than redoin' I planned it?

Gets no than 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 beneath the sand then we all need a crease

R.O.O.T.S. the branches, R.O.O.T.S. before the mansions
R.O.O.T.S. before your paper crazier than Manson
R.O.O.T.S. with your grandparents, R.O.O.T.S. 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 from me
('Cause I'm from made me)
I came 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.