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
'Cause my are kind 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 button
sweet nothings in my ear
To get my in gear
Now, mamma's baby loves toast and jam
in your mouth, but not in your hand
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 leave your fake fingernails in my
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 Can I get a lick, girl?
I wanna get a taste of pudd'n

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

Don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the head
So, dip, DIP, if you wanna be a diver
Sport a with a light
an old gold miner
No to taste test
The always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna a mess

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I eats more
old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis lose in Santa Domingo
What about [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm than
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Moly (
No What He's Saying)

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a
I know that you love it from the smile on your
Up and down like a slinky, get kinky
The cream in the of a Twinkie
'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
lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or loves Minne
But I getting hickies on my neck in the summer
wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til 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