Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Pudd'n

Boy, be quite, me and tip toe
wanna make too much noise
Sneaking in window
So down the shades

'Cause my neighbors are kind of
Comfy, cosy, now off the clothes-y
Can I get a witness? Betta
Baby, we can do it, take time, do it right

my belly button, whisper sweet nothings
In my ear to get my hormones in
Now, mamma's little loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth but not in hand
pudd'n

Separates the from the men
You can all day Jehovah but you can't get in
you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that
And you can leave your fingernails in my back
Now, I may not be a lady but I'm surely all
So it, the proof is in the pudd'n

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

Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like
Yeah ain't that a fact, out your spoon
And let's begin the mixing, in the bedroom
Never in the kitchen you can get

With head beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'cause in the 90's
Want more a brother than a part-time lover
Who's wack 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, D I P, if you wanna be a diver
a helmet with a light like an old gold miner
No need to taste test the puddn's fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're make a mess

Can I get my in, no way
Now I more pudd'n than old folks play bingo
Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
What about [unverified] than Santa
night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
So, Holy
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Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa
about Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver than Dan-a
So, Molly
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Can I get my in, no way
Now I eats more than old folks play bingo
Parker can't lose in Santa Domingo
What about Atlanta? [unverified] Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver than Dan-a
So, Holy
([Unverified])

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

Proof is in the pudd'n, so get a taste
I know that you love it from the smile on face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get
The cream in the middle of a
'Cause I likes my men cot

And if you're unleaded then nigga, just it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck
With 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 loves Ricky
Joanie Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
But I have getting on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a turtle is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your blood 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