Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & Sahpreem
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. Follow me and
Don't make too much noise sneaking in your window
So pull the shades
'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 belly
Whisper 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 boys 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 your fake fingernails 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 wanna get a taste of your

(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah ain't a fact
Pull out spoon
And begin the mixing
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
WIth head beneath the blanket
Flip it, it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause women in the 90s want more 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 ain't got the head
So, dip, DIP, if you wanna be a diver
Sport a helmet a light
Like an old miner
No need to taste
The always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if gonna make a mess

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I eats more
Than old folks 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 it from the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get
The in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I likes my men cot
And if unleaded
Then Nigga, forget it
You can't rub my back, or my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, stuffy fever
lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I up the beat
love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky Minne
But I havte 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 Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get your in