Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
wanna make too much noise sneaking in your window
So pull down the
'Cause my neighbors are of nosy
Comfy, cosy, now off the clothes-y
Can I get a
fitness. Baby, we can do it
Take your time, do it

Mmm, my belly button
sweet 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 check it, the is in the pudd'n

(Hook)
Can I get a lick? Can I get a

Can I get a lick? Can I get a

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

(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n jiggle like that
ain't that a fact
Pull out your
And let's begin the
Always in the
Never in the
You can get
WIth your head the blanket
Flip it, it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause women in the 90s want more from a
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 ain't got the head
So, dip, DIP, dive if you wanna be a
Sport a with a light
Like an old miner
No to taste test
The puddn's always
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 play
Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa
What about [????] than Santa
night, I'm liver than
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Holy (
No Clue What Saying)

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Proof is in the pudd'n, so get a taste
I know that you love it from the smile on your
Up and down like a slinky, let's get
The cream in the 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
Undercover lover, in between the
As the bed springs creak, I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy Ricky
loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
But I getting hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a turtle is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your blood rises
It ain't the kind of Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you front on the
You not get your spoon in