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 little stomachs rumblin'?
4 Da
Yo, ya eat that raggamuffin?
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 belly with a vacancy sign.
like close encounters 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 take crust.
'cause the shorteez be beggin', so begga's don't give a
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 chin, while little jim's too slim.
Ya little fingers fit in
little kid's exposed ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, ya hear 'em cry?
Time to cough up that and fries.
over left overs, cans piled sky high
Give to the shorteez, so the shorteez won't die.
Stop the famine, please, of eatin' ham and cheese.
Throw away 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'.
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.
Open up your mouth, 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, somebody console me, somebody 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 little shorteez 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 drop it it hot?
Here's 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 more canned yams than we know to do with.
MC Pee in the h--I mean...uh, Sir Loin's in the house!
And I'm out!