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 was a true story, this is... there's been no fabrications.
is all true, exactly the way I saw it. Listen up.

Girl, awooo, I gotta 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.
you better 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 ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever of a thing called condoms?
How come none of the other babies daddies want 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 belly would me.
Throw on a black mask aim for the midsection and CRACK ASS!
Now, I know it harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid every time she farts.
Illegitimate illiterate little bastards. Dead by eighteen, but this is 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, your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, this August your man is leavin. (Check check). Listen up cunt

Now, it's not like he's innocent. I mean, the girl get knocked up havin sex on the internet.
Hadn't he remembered that he'd nutted up in her, and now I gotta fix it, 'cause he's in with her.
And I let a homie take a fall. A condom? I'd have put tinfoil on my balls.
Ain't no to stall, 'cause the time is now. Do something quick, before the kid comes out.
Look at the trouble that your dick shot out. Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the thing out.
There's abound a 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 trust her, but everyone from here to Illinois her, dummy.

Girl, (listen up cunt) awooo, I gotta 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, your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause August your man is leavin. Little cunt.

Think back to when you first met the slob. wasn't she Her husband had a job?
Supportin his kid, one was his, she was busy suckin dick and you were clinched.
She did the same to you, man. You better take matters into your own hands, man and make a plan.
And jam your fist and fuckin grab the kid. Pull 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 it smelled like Newports (ew!)
Strangle the bitch with the umbillical cord. Let it be a to the rest of you whores.

Outro

Trash
Man, I met some (Trash) bitches 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 piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah.
Girl, a good man...

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (I your friend's playin this for you) Hey.
If you knocked 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.)

with outro chorus

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