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

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

Girl, awooo, I gotta you somethin. (You listening?) Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima you in the stomach. 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. Bitch.

Come on girl you do the math. He's already care of your three other kids
Without a question asked and now your ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called condoms?
How come none of the other babies daddies want 'em? When my kids up yours are gonna rob 'em.
And I don't want that, it's easy. Trip down the or a baseball bat to the belly would please me.
Throw on a black aim for the midsection and CRACK THAT ASS!
Now, I know it sounds harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid time she farts.
Illegitimate illiterate 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 count your dough, 'cause this your man is leavin. (Check check). Listen up cunt

Now, it's not like innocent. I mean, the girl get knocked up from havin sex on the internet.
Hadn't he remembered he'd 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 I'd have put tinfoil on my balls.
Ain't no time to stall, 'cause the time is now. Do something quick, before the kid out.
Look at the trouble your dick shot out. Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out.
There's abound a better reason to get rid of the kid. two steps back just look at the bitch.
She's one of the most crookedest bitches I've ever seen, she's pitchin out kids since she was thirteen.
And I know that you trust her, but everyone from here to fucked 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.
you better count your dough, 'cause this August 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 busy suckin your and you were clinched.
She did the same thing to you, man. You better take into your own hands, man and make a plan.
And jam your fuckin fist and fuckin grab the kid. Pull it out by leg it's your only chance.
You be the only man with a new born? (huh?) As soon as it was born it smelled like Newports (ew!)
the bitch with the umbillical cord. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you whores.

Outro

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

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (I hope friend's playin this for you) Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima you in the stomach. Ho.
w/ chorus
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, baby's worm food.