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 in your window
So pull the shades
'Cause my neighbors are of nosy
Comfy, cosy, now off with the
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 baby loves toast and jam
in your 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 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 proof is in the

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

Can I get a lick? Can I get a

Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick,
I wanna get a of your pudd'n

(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't like that
Yeah ain't that a
Pull out your
And let's begin the
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
WIth your beneath the blanket
it, spank it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause women in the 90s want more a brother
Than a part-time lover, who's wack
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 with a
an old gold miner
No need to taste
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 pudd'n
Than old folks bingo
Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
What about Atlanta? [????] than
night, I'm liver than
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Moly (
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 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, stuffy fever
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 loves Minne
But I havte hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til blood prssure rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Cosby advertises
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you front on the
You might not get spoon in