Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Pudd'n

Boy, be quite, me and tip toe
Don't wanna make too much
in your window
So pull the shades

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

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

the boys from the men
You can knock all day but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of
And you can your fake fingernails in my back
Now, I may not be a lady but I'm all woman
So check it, the proof is in the

Can I get a Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick?
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 begin the mixing, always in the bedroom
Never in the kitchen you can get

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

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

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

Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a
I that you love it from the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get
The in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I my men cot diesel

And if you're then nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or 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 Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky Minne
But I have hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your pressure rises

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