Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Da Shoteez

4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez)
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez)
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(4 Da Shorteez)

4 Da
Gather 'round and let me ya somethin'.
4 Da
Can't you hear little stomachs rumblin'?
4 Da
Yo, ya gonna eat raggamuffin?
4 Da
Let's show the shorteez lovin'.
C'mon, my is Sir Loin, bad ass bovine.
I got four stomachs, but only one in mind.
That's a little belly with a vacancy sign.
Kinda like close of the charity kind.
Ya got goods just collectin' dust.
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables.
Only prerequisite is its edible,
Get ya freak on at my freaky festival.
Cold cuts a must, I'll take bread crust.
'cause the shorteez be beggin', so begga's don't a fuck
They's hungry, let's face facts, starve.
Fill a in your heart, fill ya shoppin' cart, 4 Da Shorteez.

4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(4 Da Shorteez, y'all)
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(4 Da Shorteez)

Think at what's at stake, look upon plate.
If a slab o' steak, time to regurgitate.
Ya got a double chin, while jim's too slim.
Ya fingers could fit in
that kid's exposed ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, can't ya hear 'em
Time to cough up that and fries.
over left overs, cans piled sky high
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the won't die.
the famine, please, instead of eatin' ham and cheese.
Throw your greens, you be pissin' on a dream.
Gimme all onion rings, it's a'ight, listen.
A slice a pizza, it matter if a bite's missin'.
rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it don't stop.
it might seem hog slop, to the shorteez it's alot.
They been hungry since birth, so over your desert.
Open up your mouth, stick a down, it could be worse.
Listen closely, all your groceries.
'cause a little screamin' "Man, I need a hoagie!"
"Somebody hold me, somebody me, somebody boil me up a pot o' perogies!"
Think of we're facin', all those little faces, c'mon it's a racist...4 Da Shorteez.

(Check it out)
it 4 Da Shorteez.
it 4 Da Shorteez.
it 4 Da Shorteez.
(Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez, y'all!)

4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!

Got crackers, got chips, got cups.
be surprised what little shorteez like to munch.
Could be trash, be mold, could be excrement.
Could be a bag o' old diapers, they'd call lunch.

Mayonaise been out for a o' days.
Li'l kid corpses, and eggs.
bread, pig heads, horses, too.
Wanna drop it it hot?
Here's ya do!

(4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!)
Wharf Avenue, what?
6-1-2 Avenue, what?!
(4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!)
6-1-2 Avenue, what?!!
6-1-2 AVENUE!

But, please, no more canned yams, man.
We got more canned yams than we what to do with.
MC Pee Pants in the mean...uh, Sir Loin's in the house!
And I'm out!