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
Can't you hear little stomachs rumblin'?
4 Da
Yo, ya eat that raggamuffin?
4 Da
show the shorteez some lovin'.
C'mon, my is Sir Loin, bad ass bovine.
I got stomachs, but only one stomach in mind.
That's a little belly with a vacancy sign.
Kinda close encounters of the charity kind.
Ya got goods just collectin' dust.
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables.
Only is that its edible,
Get ya freak on at my freaky festival.
Cold cuts a must, I'll even bread crust.
'cause the shorteez be beggin', so begga's don't give a
hungry, let's face facts, they starve.
Fill a void in your heart, 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, upon your plate.
If it's a o' steak, time to regurgitate.
Ya got a double chin, while little too slim.
Ya fingers could fit in
that kid's exposed ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, can't ya 'em cry?
Time to cough up that and fries.
hand over left overs, cans sky high
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the won't die.
Stop the famine, please, of eatin' ham and cheese.
Throw away 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'.
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it stop.
it seem like hog slop, to the shorteez it's alot.
They hungry since birth, so hand over your desert.
Open up your mouth, stick a down, it could be worse.
closely, gimme all your groceries.
'cause a little screamin' "Man, I need a hoagie!"
"Somebody hold me, somebody console me, 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.
You'd be surprised what shorteez like to munch.
Could be trash, be mold, could be excrement.
Could be a bag o' old diapers, call that lunch.

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

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

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