Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
Don't wanna make too much noise sneaking in 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 baby loves toast and jam
Melts in 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 really all of that
And you can leave your fingernails in my back
Now, I may not be a
But I'm surely all
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 Can I get a lick, girl?
I get a taste of your pudd'n

(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n jiggle like that
Yeah ain't that a
out your spoon
And begin the mixing
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
WIth your head beneath the
Flip it, spank it, gettin' naked
'Cause women in the 90s want more a brother
a part-time lover, who's wack undercover
So, brother, do your 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 a light
an old gold miner
No need to test
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 lose in Santa
What Atlanta? [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Moly (
No Clue 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 like a slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the middle of a
'Cause I my men cot diesel
And if unleaded
Nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, head fever
Undercover lover, in between the
As the bed springs creak, I rips 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 turtle 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