Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

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

Mmm, lick my button
Whisper sweet in my ear
To get my in gear
Now, mamma's baby loves toast and jam
Melts in mouth, but not in your hand
pudd'n...
Seperates the boys 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 your fake in my back
Now, I may not be a
But I'm surely all
So check it, the is in the pudd'n

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

Can I get a Can I get a lick?

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

(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle that
ain't that a fact
Pull out spoon
And let's begin the
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
WIth your head beneath the
it, spank it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause women in the 90s more from a brother
Than a part-time lover, who's wack
So, brother, do your when it comes to the bedroom:

Don't let him eat the

If he got the head room
So, dip, DIP, if you wanna be a diver
Sport a helmet with a
Like an old miner
No need to taste
The puddn's fresh
So, brothers, a bib if you're gonna make a mess

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I eats pudd'n
Than old folks play
Parker Lewis lose in Santa Domingo
What Atlanta? [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Moly (
No Clue He's Saying)

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste
I know that you love it from the smile on your
Up and down a slinky, let's get kinky
The in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I likes my men cot
And if you're
Then Nigga, just it
You can't rub my back, or my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, head fever
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed creak, while I rips up the beat
Brothers the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves
But I havte hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a
I up the mike 'til your 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 your in