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

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

Girl, awooo, I tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima you in the stomach. Ho.
There you go, your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better 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
a question asked and now your gonna ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called
How come none of the other babies want 'em? When my kids grow up yours are gonna rob 'em.
And I don't want that, it's easy. Trip the stairs or a baseball bat to the belly would please me.
on a black mask 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 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, it's not like 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 a fall. A condom? I'd have put tinfoil on my balls.
Ain't no time to stall, the time is now. Do something quick, before the kid comes out.
Look at the trouble that your dick out. Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out.
There's abound a better reason to get rid of the kid. Take two steps back just at the bitch.
She's one of the most crookedest bitches I've ever seen, she's been 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 knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (I really need you to listen to the words) Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He don't it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this your man is leavin. Little cunt.

Think to when you first met the slob. wasn't she married? Her husband 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 take matters into your own hands, man and 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 a new born? (huh?) As soon as it was born it smelled like Newports (ew!)
Strangle the bitch with the umbillical cord. Let it be a lesson to the of you whores.

Outro

*Simultaneous*
Man, I met some (Trash) trashy 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 your friend's this for you) Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima 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, 'cause August, your man is leaving.
(He's a man, cunt. Alright, I'm done.)

with outro chorus

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