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
Can't you hear them little stomachs
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 one stomach in mind.
That's a little empty belly a vacancy sign.
Kinda like close encounters of the kind.
Ya got canned just collectin' dust.
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables.
Only prerequisite is its edible,
Get ya on at my freaky food festival.
Cold cuts a must, I'll take bread crust.
'cause the shorteez be beggin', so begga's don't 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 at stake, look upon your plate.
If a slab o' steak, time to regurgitate.
Ya got a double chin, while jim's too slim.
Ya fingers could fit in
that little kid's ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, ya hear 'em cry?
Time to cough up that and fries.
hand left overs, cans piled sky high
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the won't die.
the famine, please, instead of eatin' ham and cheese.
Throw your greens, you be pissin' on a dream.
Gimme all your rings, it's a'ight, listen.
A a pizza, it don't matter 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 birth, so hand over your desert.
Open up your mouth, a finger down, it could be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all groceries.
a little baby's screamin' "Man, I need a hoagie!"
"Somebody me, somebody console me, somebody boil 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 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.
Li'l kid corpses, 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!)
6-1-2 Avenue, what?!!
6-1-2 AVENUE!

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