Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
Don't wanna make too noise sneaking in your window
So down the shades
'Cause my neighbors are kind of
Comfy, cosy, now off with the
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 little baby loves and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in your
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 you're all of that
And you can leave fake fingernails in my back
Now, I may not be a
But I'm surely all
So check it, the proof is in the

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

Can I get a Can I get a lick?

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 don't jiggle like that
ain't that a fact
Pull out your
And let's the mixing
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
WIth your head beneath the
Flip it, it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause in the 90s want more from a brother
Than a part-time lover, who's undercover
So, brother, do your duty when it comes to the

Don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the room
So, dip, DIP, if you wanna be a diver
a helmet with a light
Like an old gold
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 more
Than old play bingo
Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
What about [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm than
Dan-a. So, Holy 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 like a slinky, get kinky
The cream in the of a Twinkie
'Cause I my men cot diesel
And if you're
Then Nigga, forget it
You rub my back, or kiss my neck either
you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, head fever
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I up the beat
Brothers love the like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves
But I havte getting on my neck in the summer
'Cause a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the 'til your blood prssure rises
It ain't the kind of Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you front on the
You not get your spoon in