Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Wee

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Put it on my wee wee, banana strawberry, pineapple, x4

Got a as big as a banana,
Try to control it but i I can't,
It too like a AK clip banana,
You better watch out Montanna,
Man the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you the girl from Juno's address?
Yeah, I'mma go to jail for that,
Now I got the cops on my for that,
Ride up in car a stale banana,
In your tail pipe, can't you fell for that,
It been a Molotov cocktail for that,
Wait a minute man, what the hell was
I heard a noise, where you What are you bananas?,
You can't go back there ass,
I've just seen a woman in a Krueger mask,
Who the fuck are you,
All you is a little stupid can of whipped cream,
What the hell you gonna do that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh could answer, a bananza-extravaganza,
Man go ahead what you for?
You get them clothes off baby boy,
C'mon lets go we're gonna a porn,
set go, hit play, record!

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Are you ready? You better hold the steady,
She's probably there with a damn machete,
She's probably gonna eat you canned spaghetti,
She's probably gonna kill ya, wanna check, see?
Have a little look,
She's six foot tall like big foot,
The hell with that, we should run,
dare look back,
There probably probably probably there probably was a at the post office or something,
But you diddn't know that did ya?
Now what you gonna do when she ya?
I ain't going with ya, ya,
Quit tryna my hand mister!
Prentend she's your sister, little sister,
little dickta(?),
Might aswell take a whipped with ya,
And when you see her make you get a picture,
We try to make another Blair Wich ya, movie,
Of bestiality with smoothies,

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Its eerie, but comes Zac and Meery,
Beauty and the best, his is hairy,
But she care they're attracted very,
Very sexually very,
No Zac go back in there!
Its too now she's grabbing hair,
He "bloody mary", grabs a mirror,
But stop just in her vocabulary,
Get off me please,
Get off me stop,
in the back of the coffee shop,
They go non stop, she go,
He says no, she oh,
and forth they scream and shout,
Yeah boy let them out,
Its the nightmare you dream about,
Uh-oh now the cream is out,
I get thoughts, sick sick thoughts,
Of things you could do with your gloss,
Put it on my dick till the tip orange,
keep going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,