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 it but i guess I can't,
It too like a AK clip banana,
You better watch out Montanna,
Man what's the matter, you no manners?,
No, you know the girl from address?
Yeah, I'mma go to jail for that,
Now I got the cops on my for that,
up in car with a stale banana,
In your tail pipe, can't believe you for that,
It coulda a Molotov cocktail for that,
a minute man, what the hell was that?
I heard a noise, where you going? are you bananas?,
You can't go back stupid ass,
just seen a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the fuck are you,
All you is a little stupid can of whipped cream,
What the you gonna do with that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh could answer, a bananza-extravaganza,
Man go ahead what you for?
You better get them 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,
probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti,
She's probably kill ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a little look,
probably six foot tall like big foot,
The hell 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 what you gonna do she gets ya?
I going with ya, forget ya,
Quit tryna hold my mister!
Prentend she's your little sister, sister,
little dickta(?),
Might aswell 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 porno with smoothies,

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Its eerie, but here Zac and Meery,
Beauty and the best, his is hairy,
But she don't they're attracted very,
Very sexually very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too late now grabbing hair,
He "bloody mary", grabs a mirror,
But stop just 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 no, she says oh,
Back and they scream and shout,
Yeah boy let demons out,
Its the kinda 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 the tip looks orange,
Bitch keep going, bitch going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,