Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
Don't wanna make too much noise sneaking in your
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 time, do it right

Mmm, lick my button
sweet nothings in my ear
To get my hormones in
Now, mamma's little baby toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in your
pudd'n...
Seperates the from the men
You can knock all day Jehova, but you get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're all of that
And you can leave your fake 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 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 don't jiggle like that
Yeah ain't a fact
out your spoon
And begin the mixing
Always in the
in the kitchen
You can get
WIth your head beneath the
it, spank it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause women in the 90s want from a brother
Than a part-time lover, 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 wanna be a
Sport a helmet with a
Like an old miner
No need to taste
The puddn's always
So, brothers, wear a bib if gonna make a mess

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

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
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 in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I likes my men cot
And if unleaded
Then Nigga, just it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, head fever
lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or loves Minne
But I havte getting hickies on my neck in the
'Cause a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your blood prssure
It ain't the kind of Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get your in