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 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, this August your man is leavin. Bitch.

Come on girl you do the math. He's already takin care of your three kids
Without a question and now your gonna ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. you ever heard of a thing called condoms?
How come none of the babies daddies want 'em? 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 would please me.
Throw on a black mask aim for the midsection and THAT ASS!
Now, I know it harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid every time she farts.
illiterate little 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 punch you in the stomach. (Punch bitch) Ho.
There you go, it's 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 innocent. I mean, the girl get knocked up from havin sex on the internet.
Hadn't he remembered that 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 I'd have put tinfoil on my balls.
Ain't no time to stall, 'cause the time is now. Do something quick, 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 reason to get rid of the kid. Take two steps back just look at the bitch.
She's one of the most crookedest bitches I've ever seen, she's been pitchin out since she was thirteen.
And I know that you trust her, but everyone here to Illinois fucked her, dummy.

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

Think back to when you first met the slob. wasn't she married? Her husband had a
Supportin his kid, one was his, she was suckin your dick and you were clinched.
She did the same thing to you, man. You better take matters 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 your chance.
You wanna be the only man with a new born? (huh?) As soon as it was born it like Newports (ew!)
the bitch with the umbillical cord. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you whores.

Outro

Trash
Man, I met some (Trash) trashy in my day
Girl, a good man...
Trash
You're the biggeest of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah.
Girl, he's a man...
You're the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've 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
There you go, it's your name. He mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause August, your man is leaving.
(He's a man, cunt. Alright, I'm done.)

Outro outro chorus

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