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 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 on my tail for that,
Ride up in car a stale banana,
In your tail pipe, can't believe you for that,
It coulda a Molotov cocktail for that,
Wait a minute man, what the was that?
I heard a noise, where you going? are you bananas?,
You can't go there stupid ass,
I've just seen a in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the are you, superman?
All you have is a little stupid can of 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 for?
You better get them 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 hold the camera steady,
She's probably back there with a machete,
probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti,
She's probably gonna kill ya, still check, see?
Have a quick look,
She's probably six tall like big foot,
The hell with that, we should run,
Don't look back,
probably probably probably there probably was a problem at the post office or something,
But you probably diddn't that did ya?
Now you gonna do when she gets ya?
I ain't going ya, forget ya,
Quit hold my hand mister!
she's your 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 make another Wich ya, movie,
Of bestiality with smoothies,

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Its eerie, but comes Zac and Meery,
Beauty and the best, his is hairy,
But she don't care attracted very,
Very sexually very,
No Zac don't go 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 says no, she oh,
Back and they scream and shout,
Yeah boy let demons out,
Its the kinda you dream 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 dick the tip looks orange,
Bitch keep going, keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,