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 it but i guess I can't,
It too tough a AK clip banana,
You better watch out Montanna,
Man the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you know the girl from Juno's
Yeah, probably go to jail for that,
Now I got the on my tail for that,
up in car with a stale banana,
In tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that,
It coulda been a Molotov 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 seen a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the are you, superman?
All you have is a little stupid can of cream,
What the hell you gonna do that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh answer, a super bananza-extravaganza,
Man go what you waitin for?
You get them clothes off baby 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 there with a damn machete,
She's probably gonna eat you like spaghetti,
probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a little look,
She's probably six foot tall big foot,
The hell with that, we should run,
Don't look back,
probably probably probably there probably was a problem at the post office or something,
But you probably diddn't know did ya?
Now what you gonna do she gets ya?
I ain't with ya, forget ya,
Quit hold my hand mister!
Prentend she's your sister, little sister,
Prony dickta(?),
aswell take a whipped cream with ya,
And when you see her make you get a picture,
We could try to make Blair Wich ya, movie,
Of bestiality porno smoothies,

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Its eerie, but here Zac and Meery,
Beauty and the best, his is hairy,
But she don't care they're very,
sexually active very,
No Zac don't go 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,
Brawl in the of the coffee shop,
They go non stop, she go,
He no, she says oh,
Back and forth scream and shout,
Yeah boy let them out,
Its the kinda nightmare you about,
Uh-oh now the whipped is out,
I get sick thoughts, sick thoughts,
Of you could do with your lipstick gloss,
Put it on my dick till the tip orange,
Bitch going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,