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
Let's show the some lovin'.
C'mon, my is Sir Loin, bad ass bovine.
I got stomachs, but only one stomach in mind.
That's a little empty belly a vacancy sign.
Kinda like encounters of the charity kind.
Ya got canned 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 give a fuck
hungry, let's face facts, they starve.
Fill a void in 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 a slab o' steak, time to regurgitate.
Ya got a double chin, little jim's too slim.
Ya fingers could fit in
that little kid's ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, can't ya 'em cry?
Time to cough up 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 your greens, you be pissin' on a dream.
Gimme all your onion rings, a'ight, listen.
A a pizza, it don't matter if a bite's missin'.
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it stop.
it might seem hog slop, to the shorteez it's alot.
They been hungry since birth, so over your desert.
Open up your mouth, stick a finger down, it be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all groceries.
'cause a little baby's "Man, I need a hoagie!"
"Somebody hold me, somebody console me, boil me up a pot o' perogies!"
of what 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 little like to munch.
Could be trash, could be mold, be excrement.
be a bag o' old diapers, they'd call that lunch.

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

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

But, please, no canned 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!