Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

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

Mmm, lick my button
sweet nothings in my ear
To get my hormones in
Now, mamma's little loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in your
pudd'n...
Seperates the boys the men
You can all day Jehova, but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if really all of that
And you can leave your 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 Can I get a lick?

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

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

Don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the head
So, dip, DIP, dive if you be a diver
Sport a helmet with a
Like an old miner
No to taste test
The puddn's always
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a

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

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a
I know that you love it the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get
The in the middle of a Twinkie
I likes my men cot diesel
And if you're
Nigga, just forget it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
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 like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves
But I havte getting hickies on my neck in the
'Cause wearing a neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your blood prssure
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby
out your spoon, and let us begin
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get spoon in