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 control it but i 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 know the girl from address?
Yeah, I'mma go to jail for that,
Now I got the on my tail for that,
Ride up in car with a 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 a noise, where you going? What 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 you gonna do with that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh could answer, a bananza-extravaganza,
Man go ahead what you for?
You better get clothes off baby 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 there with a damn machete,
She's probably gonna eat you like spaghetti,
probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a little look,
She's probably six foot tall 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 you gonna do when she gets ya?
I ain't going ya, forget ya,
tryna hold my hand mister!
Prentend she's your little sister, sister,
little dickta(?),
Might aswell take a whipped cream ya,
And you see her make 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,
and the best, his back is hairy,
But she don't care attracted very,
sexually active very,
No Zac go back in there!
Its too late now grabbing hair,
He screams "bloody mary", a mirror,
But just aint 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 no, she says oh,
Back and forth they and shout,
Yeah boy let demons out,
Its the kinda 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 dick the tip looks orange,
Bitch keep going, keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,