Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. Follow me and
Don't wanna make too much noise in your window
So pull the shades
my neighbors 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 in gear
Now, mamma's little loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in hand
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 really all of
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 Can I get a lick, girl?
I get a taste of your pudd'n

(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, 'cause don't jiggle like that
Yeah that a fact
Pull out spoon
And begin the mixing
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
WIth your beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck
women in the 90s want more from a brother
Than a lover, who's wack undercover
So, brother, do your duty when it comes to the

Don't let him eat the

If he got the head room
So, dip, DIP, dive if you wanna be a
Sport a helmet a light
Like an old gold
No need to taste
The puddn's fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're make a mess

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

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste
I know that you love it from the smile on your
Up and down a slinky, let's get kinky
The in the middle of a Twinkie
I likes my men cot diesel
And if you're
Then Nigga, forget it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, stuffy head
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed springs creak, I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n Lucy loves Ricky
loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
But I havte getting hickies on my neck in the
'Cause wearing a neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til blood prssure rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Cosby advertises
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you front on the
You might not get spoon in