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 them little stomachs rumblin'?
4 Da
Yo, ya gonna eat raggamuffin?
4 Da
Let's show the 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 just dust.
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables.
prerequisite is that its edible,
Get ya freak on at my freaky festival.
Cold cuts a must, I'll even take crust.
'cause the shorteez be beggin', so don't give 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 your plate.
If it's a slab o' steak, to regurgitate.
Ya got a chin, while little jim's too slim.
Ya fingers could fit in
little kid's exposed ribs.
Just of all da shorteez, can't ya hear 'em cry?
Time to cough up that and fries.
hand over left overs, piled sky high
to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez won't die.
Stop the famine, please, of eatin' ham and cheese.
Throw away your greens, you be on a dream.
Gimme all your onion rings, a'ight, listen.
A slice a pizza, it matter if a bite's missin'.
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it stop.
it might like hog slop, to the shorteez it's alot.
been hungry since birth, so hand over your desert.
Open up mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all groceries.
a little baby's screamin' "Man, I need a hoagie!"
"Somebody hold me, somebody me, somebody boil me up a pot o' perogies!"
Think of what we're facin', all those 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.
Could be trash, could be mold, be excrement.
be a bag o' old diapers, they'd call that lunch.

Mayonaise been out for a o' days.
Li'l kid corpses, and eggs.
bread, pig heads, horses, too.
Wanna it like 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 more canned yams, man.
We got more canned 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!