Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
Don't make too much noise sneaking in your window
So down 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 loves toast and jam
Melts in mouth, but not in your hand
pudd'n...
Seperates the from 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 surely all
So it, the proof 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 wanna get a taste of your

(Verse 2)
be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah ain't a fact
out your spoon
And begin the mixing
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
your head beneath the blanket
Flip it, it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause women in the 90s want from a brother
Than a part-time lover, who's undercover
So, brother, do duty when it comes to the bedroom:

Don't let him eat the

If he got the head room
So, dip, DIP, dive if you be a diver
Sport a helmet a light
Like an old gold
No need to taste
The always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna a mess

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I more pudd'n
Than old play bingo
Parker can't lose in Santa Domingo
about Atlanta? [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm than
Dan-a. So, Holy Moly (
No What He's Saying)

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
is in the pudd'n, so come 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 of a Twinkie
I likes my men cot diesel
And if you're
Then Nigga, forget it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, stuffy fever
Undercover lover, in between the
As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves
Joanie Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
But I havte getting on my neck in the summer
'Cause a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your blood rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Cosby advertises
out your spoon, and let us begin
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get your in