Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. Follow me and
wanna make too much noise sneaking in your window
So down the shades
'Cause my neighbors are kind of
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 toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in 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 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 check it, the proof is in the

(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, pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah ain't that a
out your spoon
And let's the mixing
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
your head beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' naked
'Cause in the 90s want more from a brother
Than a part-time lover, who's wack
So, brother, do your when it comes to the bedroom:

Don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the room
So, dip, DIP, dive if you be a diver
a helmet with a light
Like an old miner
No need to taste
The always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a

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

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Proof is in the pudd'n, so get a taste
I know that you love it the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get
The cream in the of a Twinkie
'Cause I my men cot diesel
And if you're
Nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, stuffy head
lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creak, I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or loves Minne
But I getting hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your prssure rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Cosby advertises
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get your in