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 like a AK clip banana,
You better out Hannah Montanna,
Man what's the matter, you no manners?,
No, you know the girl from Juno's
Yeah, I'mma 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 minute man, what the was that?
I a noise, where you going? What are you bananas?,
You can't go there stupid ass,
just seen a woman in a Freddy 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 gonna make a porn,
set go, hit play, record!

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

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Its eerie, but comes Zac and Meery,
Beauty and the best, his is hairy,
But she don't care attracted very,
Very sexually very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too late now she's hair,
He screams "bloody mary", a mirror,
But just aint in her vocabulary,
Get off me please,
Get off me stop,
Brawl in the back of the shop,
They go non stop, she go,
He says no, she oh,
Back and forth scream and shout,
Yeah boy let them 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 dick till the tip orange,
keep going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,