Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & Sahpreem
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
Don't make too much noise sneaking in your window
So pull down the
'Cause my 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, my belly button
sweet nothings in my ear
To get my in gear
Now, mamma's little baby loves and jam
in your mouth, but not in your hand
pudd'n...
Seperates the boys the men
You can knock all day Jehova, but you get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if really 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 Can I get a lick?

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 like that
ain't that a fact
Pull out spoon
And begin the mixing
Always in the
Never in the
You can get
your head beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck
women in the 90s want more from a brother
Than a part-time lover, who's wack
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 wanna be a
Sport a helmet with a
Like an old miner
No need to test
The puddn's fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a

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

(Hook)

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