Luyện nghe bài hát Girl, Your Baby's Worm Food

Hey, up? This is a true story, about a girl I know.
Not like Return of the Living Dead was a true story, is... there's been no fabrications.
This is all true, exactly the way I saw it. up.

Girl, awooo, I tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey.
If you knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho.
There you go, it's name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin. Bitch.

Come on girl you do the math. He's already takin care of three other kids
Without a question asked and now gonna ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called
How come of the other babies daddies want 'em? When my kids grow up yours are gonna rob 'em.
And I don't want that, it's easy. Trip down the stairs or a baseball bat to the would please me.
Throw on a black mask aim for the midsection and CRACK ASS!
Now, I know it sounds harsh, but not. The chick has a kid every time she farts.
Illegitimate illiterate bastards. Dead by eighteen, but this is just faster.

Girl, awooo, I tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey.
If you really up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (Punch that bitch) Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, this August your man is leavin. (Check check). Listen up cunt

Now, not like he's innocent. I mean, the girl get knocked up from havin sex on the internet.
Hadn't he remembered that he'd nutted up in her, and now I gotta fix it, 'cause in love with her.
And I can't let a take a fall. A condom? I'd have put tinfoil on my balls.
Ain't no time to stall, 'cause the time is now. Do something quick, the kid comes out.
Look at the trouble that your dick out. Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out.
There's abound a better reason to get rid of the kid. Take two steps back look at the bitch.
She's one of the most crookedest I've ever seen, she's been pitchin out kids since she was thirteen.
And I know you trust her, but everyone from here to Illinois fucked her, dummy.

Girl, (listen up cunt) awooo, I tell you somethin. Hey.
If you knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (I really need you to listen to the words) Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this your man is leavin. Little cunt.

Think back to you first met the slob. wasn't she married? Her husband had a job?
Supportin his kid, one was his, she was suckin your dick and you were clinched.
She did the same thing to you, man. You better matters into your own hands, man and make a plan.
And jam your fuckin fist and fuckin grab the kid. it out by it's leg it's your only chance.
You wanna be the only man with a new born? (huh?) As soon as it was born it smelled Newports (ew!)
Strangle the bitch with the umbillical cord. Let it be a to the rest of you whores.

chorus

Trash
Man, I met some (Trash) bitches in my day
Girl, a good man...
Trash
the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah.
Girl, he's a man...
You're the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've seen, yeah.
Girl, a good man...

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (I hope friend's playin this for you) Hey.
If you knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho.
w/ outro
There you go, your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you count your dough, 'cause this August, your man is leaving.
(He's a man, cunt. Alright, I'm done.)

Outro with chorus

Wormfood. Wormfood.
Yeah, your worm food.
Wormfood. Wormfood.
Yeah, your baby's food.
Wormfood. Wormfood.
Yeah.
Wormfood. Wormfood.
Yeah, your worm food.