Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
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 belly
sweet nothings in my ear
To get my hormones in
Now, little 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
Maybe you can get a scoop, if 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 check it, the is in the pudd'n

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

Can I get a lick? Can I get a

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

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

Don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the head
So, dip, DIP, if you wanna be a diver
a helmet with a light
Like an old gold
No need to taste
The always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if gonna make a mess

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

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Proof is in the pudd'n, so get a taste
I know that you it from the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, get kinky
The in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I likes my men cot
And if unleaded
Nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my either
With you sniffy, sneezy,
Achy, stuffy head
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the
Brothers the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky Minne
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 the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
out your spoon, and let us begin
But if you on the pudd'd
You not get your spoon in