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

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

Come on girl you do the math. He's already takin care of your other kids
Without a 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 called condoms?
How come none of the other babies daddies want 'em? When my kids grow up are gonna rob 'em.
And I don't want that, it's easy. Trip down the stairs or a baseball bat to the would please me.
Throw on a black mask aim for the midsection and CRACK 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 knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (Punch that bitch) 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. (Check check). Listen up cunt

Now, it's not like he's innocent. I mean, the girl get up from havin sex on the internet.
he remembered 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.
no time 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 hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out.
There's abound a better reason to get rid of the kid. Take two steps back look 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 from here to Illinois fucked 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.
you go, it's 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. 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 thing to you, man. You better take matters into your own hands, man and make a plan.
And jam your fuckin fist and fuckin 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 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 (Trash) trashy bitches in my day
Girl, he's a man...
Trash
You're the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash 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 playin for you) Hey.
If you knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho.
w/ outro
There you go, it's your name. He don't it. No.
Girl you better count dough, 'cause this August, your man is leaving.
(He's a man, cunt. Alright, I'm done.)

Outro with chorus

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