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
you hear them little stomachs rumblin'?
4 Da
Yo, ya gonna eat that
4 Da
show the shorteez some lovin'.
C'mon, my is Sir Loin, bad ass bovine.
I got four stomachs, but one stomach in mind.
That's a little empty belly a vacancy sign.
Kinda like close of the charity kind.
Ya got canned goods just dust.
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables.
Only prerequisite is its edible,
Get ya on at my freaky food festival.
Cold cuts a must, even take bread crust.
'cause the shorteez be beggin', so don't give a fuck
They's hungry, let's facts, they starve.
a void 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 your plate.
If it's a slab o' steak, 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 up that burger and fries.
hand over left overs, cans sky high
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez die.
Stop the famine, please, instead of 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 don't 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 mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse.
Listen closely, all your 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 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, they'd call lunch.

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

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

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