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 a AK clip banana,
You better watch out Montanna,
Man the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you know the from Juno's address?
Yeah, I'mma go to jail 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 been a cocktail for that,
Wait a minute man, what the hell was
I a noise, where you going? What are you bananas?,
You can't go back stupid ass,
I've just seen a woman in a 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 answer, a super bananza-extravaganza,
Man go ahead you waitin for?
You better get them clothes off boy,
lets 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 a damn machete,
She's probably eat you like canned spaghetti,
She's probably gonna kill ya, wanna check, see?
Have a little look,
She's probably six tall like big foot,
The hell that, we should probably run,
Don't dare 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 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 Wich ya, movie,
Of bestiality porno smoothies,

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Its eerie, but here Zac and Meery,
and the best, his back is hairy,
But she don't care attracted very,
sexually active very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too late now she's hair,
He screams "bloody mary", a mirror,
But stop aint in her vocabulary,
Get off me please,
Get off me stop,
Brawl in the of the coffee shop,
go non stop, she says go,
He no, she says oh,
Back and forth scream and shout,
boy let them demons out,
Its the nightmare you dream about,
Uh-oh now the whipped is out,
I get sick thoughts, sick thoughts,
Of things you do with your lipstick gloss,
Put it on my till the tip looks orange,
Bitch keep going, bitch going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,