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

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

Come on girl you do the math. He's takin care of your three other kids
Without a question asked and now your gonna ask him to the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called condoms?
How come none of the other babies daddies want 'em? When my kids grow up yours are rob 'em.
And I don't want that, it's easy. Trip the stairs or a baseball bat to the belly would please me.
Throw on a mask aim for the midsection and CRACK THAT ASS!
Now, I know it sounds harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid every 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 up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (Punch that bitch) Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He don't it. No.
Girl you better count dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin. (Check check). Listen up cunt

Now, it's not 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 he's in 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 time is now. Do something quick, before the kid out.
Look at the trouble that your dick shot out. a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out.
There's abound a reason to get rid of the kid. Take two steps back just look at the bitch.
one of the most crookedest bitches 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, your name. He don't mean it. No.
you better count your dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin. Little cunt.

Think back to when you met the slob. wasn't she married? Her husband had a job?
Supportin his kid, one was his, she was busy your 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 fuckin 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 (huh?) As soon as it was born it smelled like 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...
the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah.
Girl, he's a man...

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

with outro chorus

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