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 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 only one in mind.
a little empty belly with a vacancy sign.
Kinda like close of the charity kind.
Ya got canned just collectin' dust.
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables.
Only prerequisite is its edible,
Get ya freak on at my food festival.
Cold cuts a must, I'll even bread crust.
'cause the shorteez be beggin', so don't give a fuck
They's hungry, 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 at stake, look upon your 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 little exposed ribs.
think of all da shorteez, can't ya hear 'em cry?
Time to cough up burger and fries.
hand left overs, cans piled sky high
Give to the shorteez, so the shorteez won't 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 matter if a bite's missin'.
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it stop.
it might seem like hog slop, to the shorteez alot.
They been since birth, so hand over your desert.
Open up mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all groceries.
'cause a little baby's "Man, I need a hoagie!"
"Somebody hold me, console me, somebody boil me up a pot o' perogies!"
Think of what we're facin', all those 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 little shorteez like to munch.
Could be trash, could be mold, be excrement.
Could be a bag o' old diapers, call that lunch.

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

(4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!)
6-1-2 Avenue, what?
Wharf 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 know to do with.
MC Pee Pants in the mean...uh, Sir Loin's in the house!
And I'm out!