Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

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

Mmm, lick my belly
sweet 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 all woman
So check it, the is in the pudd'n

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

Can I get a Can I get a lick?

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

(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, 'cause don't jiggle like that
Yeah that a fact
out your spoon
And let's begin the
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
WIth your head 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 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 be a diver
a helmet with a light
Like an old miner
No to taste test
The puddn's fresh
So, brothers, a bib if you're gonna make a mess

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

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste
I know you love 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 my men cot diesel
And if you're
Then Nigga, just it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy,
Achy, head fever
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed creak, while I rips up the beat
Brothers love the like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves
But I getting hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a neck is a bummer
I up the mike 'til your blood prssure rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get your in