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 like a AK clip banana,
You watch out Hannah Montanna,
Man the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you know the girl Juno's address?
Yeah, I'mma probably go to for that,
Now I got the cops on my for that,
Ride up in car with a banana,
In tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that,
It coulda been a Molotov for that,
Wait a minute man, what the hell was
I heard a noise, you going? What 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 is a little stupid can of whipped cream,
What the you gonna do with that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh answer, a super bananza-extravaganza,
Man go ahead you waitin for?
You get them clothes off baby boy,
C'mon lets go we're gonna a porn,
set go, hit play, record!

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

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Its eerie, but here Zac and Meery,
and the best, his back is hairy,
But she don't they're attracted very,
Very sexually very,
No Zac go back in there!
Its too late now she's hair,
He "bloody mary", grabs a mirror,
But just aint in her vocabulary,
Get off me please,
Get off me stop,
Brawl in the back of the shop,
go non stop, she says go,
He no, she says 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 could do your lipstick gloss,
Put it on my till the tip looks orange,
Bitch going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,