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 like a AK clip banana,
You better watch out Montanna,
Man what's the matter, you no manners?,
No, you know the girl from Juno's
Yeah, probably go to jail for that,
Now I got the cops on my for that,
up in car with a stale banana,
In your tail pipe, believe you fell for that,
It been a Molotov cocktail for that,
Wait a minute man, what the hell was
I a noise, where you going? What are you bananas?,
You go back there stupid ass,
I've just seen a in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the are you, superman?
All you is a little stupid 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 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 with a machete,
She's gonna eat you like canned spaghetti,
She's probably gonna kill ya, still check, see?
Have a little look,
probably six foot tall like big foot,
The hell that, we should probably run,
Don't dare back,
There probably probably probably there probably was a problem at the post or something,
But you probably diddn't that did ya?
Now what you do when she gets ya?
I ain't going with ya, ya,
Quit tryna hold my mister!
Prentend she's little sister, little sister,
Prony dickta(?),
Might aswell a whipped cream with ya,
And you see her make sure you get a picture,
We try to make another Blair Wich ya, movie,
Of bestiality porno 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,
sexually active very,
No Zac go back in there!
Its too late now she's hair,
He "bloody mary", grabs a mirror,
But stop just in her vocabulary,
Get off me please,
Get off me stop,
Brawl in the back of the shop,
go non stop, she says go,
He no, she says oh,
and forth they scream and shout,
Yeah boy let them out,
Its the nightmare you dream about,
Uh-oh now the cream is out,
I get sick thoughts, sick thoughts,
Of things you could do your 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,