Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & Sahpreem
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. Follow me and
Don't wanna make too noise sneaking in your window
So pull down the
'Cause my neighbors are 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 in gear
Now, mamma's baby loves toast and jam
in your mouth, but not in your hand
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 fake fingernails in my
Now, I may not be a
But I'm all woman
So check it, the proof is in the

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

Can I get a lick? Can I get a

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

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

Don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the room
So, dip, DIP, dive if you 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 eats more
Than old folks play
Parker Lewis lose in Santa Domingo
about Atlanta? [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Holy (
No What 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 like 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, forget it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, stuffy fever
Undercover lover, in between the
As the bed creak, while I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy Ricky
Joanie Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
But I havte hickies on my neck in the summer
wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
I up the mike 'til your blood prssure rises
It the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you on the pudd'd
You not get your spoon in