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 down the
'Cause my neighbors are kind of
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
Whisper nothings in my ear
To get my in gear
Now, little baby loves toast and jam
in your mouth, but not in your hand
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 you're all of that
And you can leave your fingernails in my back
Now, I may not be a
But I'm surely all
So check it, the is in the pudd'n

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

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 that a
Pull out 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
women in the 90s want more 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 head
So, dip, DIP, dive if you be a diver
Sport a helmet a light
Like an old miner
No need to test
The puddn's always
So, brothers, a bib if you're gonna make a mess

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I more pudd'n
Than old play bingo
Parker Lewis can't in Santa Domingo
about Atlanta? [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver
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 that you love it from the smile on your face
Up and down a slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the of a Twinkie
'Cause I likes my men cot
And if you're
Nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my either
With you sniffy, sneezy,
Achy, head fever
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky Minne
But I getting hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til blood prssure rises
It the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get your in