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

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

Girl, awooo, I tell 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 count your dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin. Bitch.

Come on girl you do the math. He's already takin care of three other kids
Without a question asked and now your gonna ask him to have the baby? What are Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. you ever heard 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 THAT ASS!
Now, I know it sounds harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid time she farts.
illiterate little bastards. Dead by eighteen, but this is just faster.

Girl, awooo, I tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey.
If you knocked 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 your dough, 'cause this August 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.
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 take a fall. A condom? I'd have put tinfoil on my balls.
Ain't no time to stall, 'cause the time is now. Do quick, before the kid comes out.
Look at the trouble that your shot 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 look at the bitch.
She's one of the most crookedest bitches 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, it's your name. He mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin. 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 busy suckin your dick and you clinched.
She did the same thing to you, man. You better take matters into your own hands, man and 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 cord. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you whores.

chorus

Trash
Man, I met some (Trash) bitches 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 ever seen, yeah.
Girl, he's a man...

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (I hope your playin this for you) Hey.
If you really 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, 'cause August, your man is leaving.
(He's a man, cunt. Alright, I'm done.)

Outro with chorus

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