Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Pudd'n

Boy, be quite, me and tip toe
wanna make too much noise
Sneaking in your
So down the shades

'Cause my are kind of nosy
Comfy, cosy, now off the clothes-y
Can I get a witness? Betta
Baby, we can do it, your time, do it right

Lick my belly button, sweet nothings
In my ear to get my in gear
Now, mamma's little baby toast and jam
Melts in your but not in your hand
pudd'n

Separates the boys the men
You can all day Jehovah but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're all of that
And you can leave your fake in my back
Now, I may not be a lady but I'm surely all
So it, the proof is in the pudd'n

Can I get a Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick,
I wanna get a taste of your

Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n jiggle like that
ain't that a fact, pull out your spoon
And begin the mixing, always in the bedroom
Never in the you can get busy

With your head the blanket
Flip it, spank it, buck naked 'cause women in the 90's
Want from a brother than a part-time lover
Who's wack undercover, so brother, do duty
it comes to the bedroom, don't let him eat the pudd'n

If he ain't got the head
So, dip, D I P, dive if you be a diver
Sport a helmet a light like an old gold miner
No need to taste test the puddn's always
So, brothers, wear a bib if gonna make a mess

Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play
Parker can't lose in Santa Domingo
What about Atlanta? than Santa
Saturday night, I'm than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
So, Holy
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Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more pudd'n than old play bingo
Parker Lewis can't in Santa Domingo
about Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
So, Molly
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Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play
Parker Lewis can't in Santa Domingo
What Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
So, Molly
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Can I get a lick? Can I get a What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a What?
Can I get a Can I get a lick, girl?
I wanna get a taste of your

Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a
I know that you it from the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get
The cream in the of a Twinkie
I likes my men cot diesel

And if you're unleaded then nigga, just it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head
Undercover lover, in between the
As the bed springs creak, I rips up the beat

Brothers love the like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves
But I have getting hickies on my in the summer
'Cause a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your pressure rises

It the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us
But if you front on the
You not get your spoon in