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, 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 mean 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 gonna ask him to have the baby? What are Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing condoms?
How come none of the other 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 aim for the midsection and CRACK THAT ASS!
Now, I know it harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid every time she farts.
Illegitimate illiterate little bastards. by eighteen, but this is just faster.

Girl, awooo, I tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima you in the stomach. (Punch that bitch) Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He mean it. No.
you better count 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 that 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 condom? I'd put tinfoil on my balls.
Ain't no time to stall, 'cause the time is now. Do something quick, the kid comes out.
at the trouble that your dick 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 crookedest bitches I've ever seen, she's been pitchin out kids since she was thirteen.
And I know that you her, but everyone from here to Illinois fucked her, dummy.

Girl, (listen up cunt) awooo, I tell you somethin. Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima you in the stomach. (I really need you to listen to the words) Ho.
you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin. Little cunt.

Think back to when you first met the slob. wasn't she married? Her had a job?
his kid, one was his, she was busy 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. Pull it out by it's leg it's only chance.
You wanna be the only man with a new (huh?) As soon as it was born it smelled like Newports (ew!)
Strangle the bitch with the cord. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you whores.

chorus

Trash
Man, I met some (Trash) trashy in my day
Girl, he's a man...
*Simultaneous*
You're the piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah.
Girl, a good 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 your friend's 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 count your dough, 'cause this August, your man is leaving.
(He's a man, cunt. Alright, I'm done.)

Outro with outro

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