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
'round and let me tell ya somethin'.
4 Da
you hear them 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 one stomach in mind.
a little empty 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.
prerequisite is that its edible,
Get ya freak on at my food festival.
Cold a must, I'll even 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 void in your heart, fill ya cart, 4 Da Shorteez.

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

Think at what's at stake, upon your plate.
If it's a slab o' steak, to regurgitate.
Ya got a chin, while little jim's too slim.
Ya little could fit in
that little kid's ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, ya hear 'em cry?
to cough up that burger and fries.
hand over left overs, cans piled sky
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez die.
Stop the famine, please, instead of ham and cheese.
away your greens, you be pissin' on a dream.
Gimme all your rings, it's a'ight, listen.
A slice a pizza, it don't if a bite's missin'.
rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it don't stop.
it might seem like hog slop, to the shorteez alot.
They been hungry birth, so hand over your desert.
Open up your mouth, stick a finger down, it be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all groceries.
'cause a little baby's screamin' "Man, I a hoagie!"
"Somebody hold me, somebody me, somebody boil me up a pot o' perogies!"
Think of what we're facin', all those little faces, c'mon 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.
You'd be surprised what shorteez like to munch.
Could be trash, could be mold, be excrement.
Could be a bag o' old diapers, they'd call lunch.

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

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

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