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 out Hannah Montanna,
Man the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you know the girl Juno's 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 tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that,
It coulda a Molotov cocktail for that,
Wait a minute man, what the hell was
I heard a noise, where you going? are you bananas?,
You can't go there stupid ass,
I've just a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the fuck are you,
All you have is a little stupid can of cream,
the hell you gonna do with that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh answer, a super bananza-extravaganza,
Man go what you waitin for?
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 better hold the steady,
She's probably there with a damn machete,
She's gonna eat you like canned spaghetti,
probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a quick look,
She's probably six tall like big foot,
The hell with that, we should run,
Don't 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 do when she gets ya?
I ain't with ya, forget ya,
Quit tryna hold my mister!
Prentend she's little sister, little sister,
little dickta(?),
Might aswell take a cream with ya,
And when you see her 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 don't care attracted very,
Very active very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too late now she's hair,
He screams "bloody mary", a mirror,
But stop just 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 says no, she oh,
Back and they scream and shout,
Yeah boy let demons out,
Its the kinda nightmare you about,
Uh-oh now the whipped 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,
Bitch keep going, bitch going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,