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 that
4 Da
Let's show the shorteez lovin'.
C'mon, my is Sir Loin, bad ass bovine.
I got stomachs, but only one stomach in mind.
a little empty belly with 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 freak on at my food festival.
Cold a must, I'll even take bread crust.
'cause the shorteez be beggin', so begga's don't a fuck
They's hungry, let's face facts, 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, look upon plate.
If it's a o' steak, time to regurgitate.
Ya got a double chin, little jim's too slim.
Ya little could fit in
that little exposed ribs.
think of all da shorteez, can't ya hear 'em cry?
Time to cough up that and fries.
hand over left overs, cans sky high
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez die.
Stop the famine, please, of eatin' ham and cheese.
away your 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 seem like hog slop, to the shorteez it's alot.
They hungry since birth, so hand over your desert.
up your mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse.
Listen closely, all your groceries.
'cause a baby's screamin' "Man, I need a hoagie!"
"Somebody hold me, 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 what little shorteez like to munch.
be trash, could be mold, could be excrement.
Could be a bag o' old diapers, 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 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 than we know what to do with.
MC Pee Pants in the mean...uh, Sir Loin's in the house!
And I'm out!