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

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Are you You better hold the camera steady,
She's probably back there with a machete,
She's probably eat you like canned spaghetti,
She's probably kill ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a little look,
She's probably six foot tall big foot,
The hell with that, we probably run,
Don't 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 gonna do when she ya?
I going 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 try to make another Blair Wich ya, movie,
Of bestiality 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 go back in there!
Its too late now grabbing hair,
He "bloody mary", grabs a mirror,
But stop aint 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,
Yeah boy let demons out,
Its the nightmare you dream about,
now the whipped cream is out,
I get sick thoughts, sick thoughts,
Of things you do with your lipstick gloss,
Put it on my till the tip looks orange,
Bitch keep going, bitch going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,