Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

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

Mmm, lick my belly
Whisper nothings in my ear
To get my hormones in
Now, mamma's baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in your
pudd'n...
Seperates the from the men
You can all day Jehova, but you can't get in
you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that
And you can leave fake fingernails in my back
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 Can I get a lick?

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 your

(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n jiggle like that
Yeah ain't a fact
Pull out your
And begin the mixing
Always in the
in the kitchen
You can get
WIth your head beneath the
Flip it, spank it, gettin' naked
'Cause women in the 90s more from a brother
a part-time lover, who's wack undercover
So, brother, do your duty it comes to the bedroom:

Don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the room
So, dip, DIP, if you wanna be a diver
Sport a with a light
Like an old miner
No need to test
The puddn's fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a

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

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste
I know you love it from the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get
The cream in the of a Twinkie
I likes my men cot diesel
And if unleaded
Then Nigga, just it
You can't rub my back, or my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy,
Achy, head fever
lover, in between the sheets
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 getting hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a turtle is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your blood rises
It ain't the kind of Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get spoon in