Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
Don't wanna too much noise sneaking in your window
So pull down the
'Cause my neighbors are kind of
Comfy, cosy, now off with the
Can I get a
fitness. Baby, we can do it
Take time, do it right

Mmm, my belly button
Whisper sweet in my ear
To get my hormones in
Now, little baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in hand
pudd'n...
Seperates the from the men
You can knock all day Jehova, but you get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're all of that
And you can leave your fake fingernails in my
Now, I may not be a
But I'm all woman
So it, the proof is in the pudd'n

(Hook)
Can I get a lick? Can I get a

Can I get a lick? Can I get a

Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick,
I wanna get a taste of pudd'n

(Verse 2)
be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah that a fact
Pull out your
And let's the mixing
Always in the
Never in the
You can get
WIth your beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' naked
'Cause in the 90s want more from a brother
Than a part-time lover, who's undercover
So, brother, do your duty it comes to the bedroom:

Don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the head
So, dip, DIP, dive if you wanna be a
Sport a with a light
Like an old gold
No need to taste
The puddn's fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna a mess

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I more pudd'n
Than old folks play
Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa
What about [????] than Santa
night, I'm liver than
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Moly (
No Clue He's Saying)

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Proof is in the pudd'n, so get a taste
I know that you love it from the smile on face
Up and down a slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the middle of a
'Cause I likes my men cot
And if unleaded
Then Nigga, just it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy,
Achy, head fever
Undercover lover, in between the
As the bed springs creak, I rips up the beat
Brothers the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky Minne
But I havte getting on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a turtle is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til blood prssure rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get spoon in