Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & Sahpreem
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. me and tip-toe
Don't wanna make too much noise sneaking in your
So pull down the
'Cause my are kind of nosy
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 sweet in my ear
To get my hormones in
Now, mamma's little 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
you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that
And you can your fake fingernails in my back
Now, I may not be a
But I'm all woman
So it, the proof is in the pudd'n

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

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 pudd'n don't jiggle that
Yeah ain't that a
Pull out spoon
And begin the mixing
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 from a
Than a lover, who's wack undercover
So, brother, do your when it comes to the bedroom:

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 miner
No need to test
The always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if gonna make a mess

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I more pudd'n
old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis can't in Santa Domingo
What about Atlanta? [????] 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 come get a
I know that you love it from the smile on your
Up and like a slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the middle of a
I likes my men cot diesel
And if unleaded
Then Nigga, just it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my either
With you sniffy, sneezy,
Achy, head fever
Undercover lover, in between the
As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the
love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
But I havte getting on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a neck is a bummer
I up the mike 'til your 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