Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. Follow me and
Don't wanna make too much noise in your window
So down the shades
'Cause my 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, lick my button
Whisper nothings in my ear
To get my hormones in
Now, mamma's baby loves toast and jam
Melts in mouth, but not in your hand
pudd'n...
Seperates the boys the men
You can all day Jehova, but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if really all of that
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 Can I get a lick?

Can I get a lick? Can I get a

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

(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah ain't that a
Pull out spoon
And let's begin the
Always in the
Never in the
You can get
WIth head beneath the blanket
Flip it, it, gettin' buck naked
women in the 90s want more from 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 ain't got the room
So, dip, DIP, dive if you wanna be a
Sport a helmet a light
Like an old gold
No need to taste
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 more
old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis can't in Santa Domingo
about Atlanta? [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm than
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Moly (
No Clue What 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 like a slinky, let's get kinky
The in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I likes my men cot
And if unleaded
Nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, stuffy fever
lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky Minne
But I havte getting hickies on my neck in the
'Cause a turtle neck is a bummer
I up the mike 'til your 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 your in