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 tough like a AK banana,
You better out Hannah Montanna,
Man the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you know the girl from Juno's
Yeah, I'mma go to jail for that,
Now I got the cops on my for that,
Ride up in car with a banana,
In your pipe, can't believe you fell for that,
It coulda a Molotov cocktail for that,
a minute man, what 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 in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the fuck are you,
All you have is a little can of whipped cream,
What the you gonna do with 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,
lets go we're gonna make a porn,
set go, hit play, record!

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Are you ready? You hold the camera steady,
She's probably back there a damn machete,
She's gonna eat you like canned spaghetti,
She's probably gonna kill ya, still check, see?
a little quick look,
She's probably six foot tall big foot,
The hell with that, we probably run,
Don't dare back,
There probably probably probably there probably was a at the post office or something,
But you probably diddn't know did ya?
Now what you gonna do when she ya?
I ain't with ya, forget ya,
Quit tryna hold my mister!
Prentend she's your sister, little sister,
Prony dickta(?),
aswell take a whipped cream with ya,
And you see her make sure you get a picture,
We could try to make another Blair 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 don't care attracted very,
sexually active very,
No Zac go back in there!
Its too now she's grabbing hair,
He screams "bloody mary", a mirror,
But just aint in her vocabulary,
Get off me please,
Get off me stop,
Brawl in the of the coffee shop,
go non stop, she says go,
He says no, she oh,
Back and they scream and shout,
Yeah boy let them out,
Its the kinda nightmare you about,
Uh-oh now the whipped is out,
I get thoughts, sick sick thoughts,
Of things you do with your lipstick gloss,
Put it on my dick till the tip orange,
keep going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,