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 tough like a AK banana,
You watch out Hannah Montanna,
Man what's the matter, 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 a stale banana,
In your tail pipe, believe you fell for that,
It coulda been a cocktail for that,
Wait a minute man, what the hell was
I heard a noise, where you What are you bananas?,
You can't go back stupid ass,
I've just seen a woman in a Krueger mask,
Who the are you, superman?
All you have is a stupid can of whipped cream,
What the hell you do with that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh answer, a super bananza-extravaganza,
Man go what you waitin for?
You better get them off baby boy,
lets 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 a damn machete,
probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti,
She's gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a quick look,
She's six foot tall like big foot,
The hell with that, we should 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 ain't going with ya, ya,
tryna hold my hand mister!
Prentend your little sister, little sister,
little dickta(?),
Might aswell take a whipped cream ya,
And when you see her sure you get a picture,
We could try to make another Blair ya, movie,
Of bestiality 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 active very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too now she's 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 says no, she 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 sick thoughts, sick thoughts,
Of things you could do with 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,