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 tough like a AK banana,
You better out Hannah Montanna,
Man what's the matter, you no manners?,
No, you the girl 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 a stale banana,
In your tail pipe, can't you fell for that,
It coulda been a Molotov for that,
a minute man, what the hell was that?
I a noise, where 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 have is a little can of whipped cream,
the hell 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 lets go gonna make a porn,
set go, hit play, record!

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Are you ready? You better 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?
Have a quick look,
She's probably six foot tall big foot,
The hell that, we should probably run,
dare look back,
There probably probably probably there was a problem at the post office or something,
But you probably know that did ya?
Now what you gonna do she gets ya?
I going with ya, forget ya,
Quit hold my hand mister!
Prentend she's your little sister, sister,
Prony dickta(?),
Might aswell a whipped cream with ya,
And when you see her make you get a picture,
We try to make another Blair Wich ya, movie,
Of porno with smoothies,

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Its eerie, but comes Zac and Meery,
and the best, his back is hairy,
But she care they're attracted very,
Very sexually very,
No Zac go back in there!
Its too late now she's hair,
He screams "bloody mary", a mirror,
But stop just 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 no, she says oh,
Back and forth scream and shout,
boy let them demons out,
Its the kinda nightmare you about,
Uh-oh now the cream is out,
I get thoughts, sick sick thoughts,
Of you could do with your lipstick gloss,
Put it on my dick the tip looks orange,
Bitch going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,