Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Pudd'n

Boy, be quite, me and tip toe
wanna make too much noise
Sneaking in window
So pull down the

'Cause my neighbors are kind of
Comfy, cosy, now off the clothes-y
Can I get a witness? fitness
Baby, we can do it, your time, do it right

Lick my belly button, whisper sweet
In my ear to get my in gear
Now, mamma's baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth but not in your
Black

Separates the from the men
You can knock all day Jehovah but you 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 lady but I'm all woman
So check it, the is in the pudd'n

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

Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle that
Yeah ain't that a fact, pull out spoon
And let's begin the mixing, always in the
Never in the you can get busy

With your beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck 'cause women in the 90's
more from a brother than a part-time lover
Who's wack undercover, so brother, do your
When it comes to the bedroom, don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the head
So, dip, D I P, dive if you be a diver
Sport a helmet with a like an old gold miner
No need to taste the puddn's always fresh
So, brothers, a bib if you're gonna make a mess

Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis can't in Santa Domingo
What about Atlanta? [unverified] Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
So, Holy
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Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play
Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
What about [unverified] than Santa
night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
So, Molly
([Unverified])

Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks bingo
Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa
What about Atlanta? [unverified] Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver than Dan-a
So, Molly
([Unverified])

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

Proof is in the pudd'n, so get a taste
I know that you love it from the on your face
Up and like a slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the of a Twinkie
I likes my men cot diesel

And if you're then nigga, just forget it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy fever
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed springs creak, I rips up the beat

Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves
Joanie Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
But I have getting hickies on my neck in the
wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
I up the mike 'til your blood pressure rises

It ain't the of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us
But if you front on the
You might not get your in