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 the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you know the from 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 your tail pipe, can't you fell for that,
It coulda a Molotov cocktail for that,
Wait a minute man, the hell was that?
I a noise, where you going? What are you bananas?,
You can't go there stupid ass,
I've just a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the fuck are you,
All you have is a little stupid can of cream,
What the you gonna do with that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh could answer, a bananza-extravaganza,
Man go what you waitin for?
You get them 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,
She's probably back there with a machete,
She's gonna eat you like canned spaghetti,
probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a quick look,
She's six foot tall like big foot,
The hell that, we should probably run,
Don't look back,
There probably probably probably there probably was a at the post office or something,
But you probably know that did ya?
Now what you do when she gets ya?
I ain't with ya, forget ya,
Quit tryna hold my mister!
Prentend she's little sister, little sister,
Prony dickta(?),
Might aswell take a whipped cream ya,
And you see her make sure you get a picture,
We could try to 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 don't care they're very,
Very sexually very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too late now she's 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 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 cream is out,
I get sick thoughts, sick thoughts,
Of things you could do your lipstick gloss,
Put it on my till the tip looks orange,
keep going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,