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

Hey, what's up? This is a true story, a girl I know.
Not like Return of the Living Dead was a true story, this is... there's no fabrications.
This is all true, the way I saw it. Listen 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 your name. He don't it. No.
Girl you count your dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin. Bitch.

Come on girl you do the math. He's already takin care of your other kids
Without a question asked and now your gonna ask him to have the What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you heard of a thing called condoms?
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. down the stairs or a baseball bat to the belly would please me.
Throw on a black mask aim for the and CRACK THAT ASS!
Now, I it sounds harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid every time she farts.
illiterate little bastards. Dead by eighteen, but this is just faster.

Girl, awooo, I gotta you somethin. (You listening?) Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (Punch bitch) Ho.
you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better your dough, 'cause 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 nutted up in her, and now I gotta fix it, 'cause he's in love with her.
And I can't let a homie take a fall. A condom? I'd have put on my balls.
Ain't no time to stall, 'cause the is now. Do something quick, before the kid comes out.
Look at the trouble that your shot out. Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out.
There's a better reason to get rid of the kid. Take two steps back just look at the bitch.
She's one of the most bitches I've ever seen, she's been pitchin out kids since she was thirteen.
And I know that you trust her, but everyone from here to Illinois her, dummy.

Girl, (listen up cunt) awooo, I tell you somethin. Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (I really need you to to the words) Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He don't it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this August 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 busy suckin dick and you were clinched.
She did the same thing to you, man. You better take matters into own hands, man and make a plan.
And jam your fuckin fist and fuckin grab the kid. Pull it out by it's leg it's only chance.
You wanna be the only man with a new born? (huh?) As soon as it was it smelled like Newports (ew!)
Strangle the bitch with the cord. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you whores.

Outro

*Simultaneous*
Man, I met some (Trash) trashy in my day
Girl, a good man...
*Simultaneous*
You're the biggeest 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, he's a man...

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

with outro chorus

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