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 a AK clip banana,
You better out Hannah Montanna,
Man the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you know the girl Juno's address?
Yeah, probably go to jail for that,
Now I got the cops on my for that,
Ride up in car with a banana,
In your tail pipe, can't you fell for that,
It coulda been a Molotov for that,
Wait a minute man, what the was that?
I heard a noise, where you What are you bananas?,
You can't go back there ass,
I've just seen a in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the are you, superman?
All you have is a stupid can of whipped cream,
What the hell you gonna do 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 go we're gonna make a porn,
set go, hit play, record!

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Are you ready? You better hold the steady,
probably back there with a damn machete,
She's probably eat you like canned spaghetti,
She's probably gonna kill ya, still check, see?
a little quick look,
She's probably six foot like big foot,
The with that, we should probably run,
dare look back,
There probably probably there probably was a problem at the post office or something,
But you probably diddn't know did ya?
Now you gonna do when she gets ya?
I ain't going with ya, 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 another Wich ya, movie,
Of bestiality porno smoothies,

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Its eerie, but here Zac and Meery,
and the best, his back is hairy,
But she don't care attracted very,
sexually active very,
No Zac go back in there!
Its too late now she's hair,
He screams "bloody mary", a mirror,
But stop aint 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 says no, she oh,
Back and they scream and shout,
boy let them demons out,
Its the nightmare you dream 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 keep going, keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,