Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & Sahpreem
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
Don't wanna make too much sneaking in your window
So pull down the
my neighbors are kind 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 in gear
Now, little baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in your
pudd'n...
Seperates the from the men
You can all day Jehova, but you can't get in
you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that
And you can leave your fake 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 wanna get a taste of pudd'n

(Verse 2)
be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah that a fact
Pull out spoon
And begin the mixing
Always in the
in the kitchen
You can get
WIth your head beneath the
Flip it, spank it, gettin' 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 be a diver
Sport a helmet with a
Like an old miner
No need to test
The always fresh
So, brothers, a bib if you're gonna make a mess

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I eats pudd'n
Than old folks bingo
Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
What about [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm 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 it from the smile on your face
Up and down a slinky, let's get kinky
The in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I likes my men cot
And if you're
Then Nigga, just it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, stuffy fever
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed creak, while I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves
But I havte getting hickies on my neck in the
'Cause wearing a neck is a bummer
I up the mike 'til your blood prssure rises
It the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us
But if you on the pudd'd
You not get your spoon in