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 them stomachs rumblin'?
4 Da
Yo, ya gonna eat that
4 Da
Let's the shorteez some lovin'.
C'mon, my is Sir Loin, bad ass bovine.
I got four stomachs, but only one in mind.
That's a little empty belly a vacancy sign.
Kinda like close of the charity kind.
Ya got canned just collectin' dust.
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables.
Only is that its edible,
Get ya on at my freaky food festival.
Cold cuts a must, I'll even bread crust.
'cause the be beggin', so begga's don't give a fuck
They's hungry, let's face facts, 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 at stake, look upon your plate.
If it's a slab o' steak, to regurgitate.
Ya got a double chin, while jim's too slim.
Ya little could fit in
that little kid's ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, ya hear 'em cry?
Time to up that burger and fries.
over left overs, cans piled sky high
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the won't die.
Stop the famine, please, of eatin' ham and cheese.
Throw away your greens, you be on a dream.
Gimme all your onion rings, a'ight, listen.
A slice a pizza, it don't matter if a missin'.
rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it don't stop.
it might seem 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 me, somebody console 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.
You'd be surprised little shorteez like to munch.
Could be trash, could be mold, be excrement.
Could be a bag o' old diapers, they'd call lunch.

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

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