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 little rumblin'?
4 Da
Yo, ya gonna eat that
4 Da
show 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 with a sign.
Kinda like close of the charity kind.
Ya got canned goods collectin' 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 give a
hungry, let's face facts, they starve.
Fill a void in your heart, fill ya 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, little jim's too slim.
Ya little could fit in
little kid's exposed ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, can't ya 'em cry?
Time to up that burger and fries.
hand over left overs, cans piled sky
Give to the shorteez, so the shorteez won't die.
Stop the famine, please, instead of ham and cheese.
Throw your greens, you be pissin' on a dream.
all your onion rings, it's a'ight, listen.
A slice a pizza, it don't if a bite's missin'.
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it stop.
it might seem like hog slop, to the it's alot.
They been hungry since birth, so hand your desert.
Open up mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse.
closely, gimme all your groceries.
'cause a little baby's "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 what little shorteez like to munch.
be trash, could be mold, could be excrement.
Could be a bag o' old diapers, they'd call lunch.

Mayonaise been out for a o' days.
kid corpses, scabs and eggs.
bread, pig heads, horses, too.
Wanna drop it it hot?
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 canned yams than we know what to do with.
MC Pee Pants in the mean...uh, Sir Loin's in the house!
And I'm out!