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 watch 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 with a banana,
In your tail pipe, can't you fell for that,
It coulda been a Molotov 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 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 could answer, a bananza-extravaganza,
Man go ahead what you waitin
You better get 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 hold the camera steady,
She's probably there with a damn machete,
She's probably gonna eat you like spaghetti,
She's probably gonna ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a quick look,
She's probably six foot tall big foot,
The hell with that, we probably run,
dare look back,
There probably probably probably there probably was a at the post office or something,
But you diddn't know that did ya?
Now what you do when she gets ya?
I ain't with ya, forget ya,
Quit tryna my hand mister!
Prentend your little sister, little sister,
Prony dickta(?),
aswell take a whipped cream with ya,
And you see her make sure you get a picture,
We could try to make another Blair 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,
Very sexually very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too now she's grabbing hair,
He "bloody mary", grabs a mirror,
But just 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 says no, she oh,
and forth they scream and shout,
Yeah boy let them out,
Its the nightmare you dream about,
Uh-oh now the whipped is out,
I get thoughts, sick sick thoughts,
Of things you could do with lipstick gloss,
Put it on my dick till the tip orange,
keep going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,