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 control it but i I can't,
It too tough like a AK banana,
You watch out Hannah Montanna,
Man the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you the girl from Juno's address?
Yeah, I'mma go to jail for that,
Now I got the cops on my for that,
up in car with a stale banana,
In your pipe, can't believe you fell for that,
It coulda been a 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 back there ass,
I've just seen a in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the fuck are you,
All you have is a stupid can of whipped cream,
the hell you gonna do with that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh answer, a super bananza-extravaganza,
Man go ahead what you waitin
You get them clothes off baby boy,
C'mon lets go we're make a porn,
set go, hit play, record!

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Are you ready? You better hold the steady,
probably back there with a damn machete,
She's probably eat you like canned spaghetti,
probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a little look,
She's six foot tall like big foot,
The hell that, we should probably run,
dare look back,
There probably probably probably probably was a problem at the post office or something,
But you probably diddn't that did ya?
Now what you gonna do when she ya?
I ain't going ya, forget ya,
tryna hold my hand mister!
Prentend she's little sister, little sister,
little dickta(?),
Might take a whipped cream with ya,
And when you see her sure you get a picture,
We could try to another Blair 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 care they're attracted very,
Very sexually very,
No Zac don't go 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,
Back and they scream and shout,
boy let them demons out,
Its the kinda nightmare you about,
Uh-oh now the 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,
Bitch keep going, bitch going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,