Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Wee

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

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

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

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Its eerie, but here Zac and Meery,
Beauty and the best, his is hairy,
But she care they're attracted very,
Very sexually very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too now she's grabbing hair,
He screams "bloody mary", 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,
Back and forth they and shout,
boy let them demons out,
Its the kinda nightmare you about,
now the whipped cream is out,
I get thoughts, sick sick thoughts,
Of things you do with your lipstick gloss,
Put it on my dick the tip looks orange,
Bitch keep going, bitch going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,