Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & Sahpreem
(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 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 belly
Whisper sweet in my ear
To get my hormones in
Now, mamma's little loves toast and jam
Melts in mouth, but not in your hand
pudd'n...
Seperates the from the men
You can all day Jehova, but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of
And you can leave your fake in my back
Now, I may not be a
But I'm surely all
So it, the proof is in the pudd'n

(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)
be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah ain't a fact
Pull out your
And let's the mixing
Always in the
in the kitchen
You can get
WIth your head the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' naked
'Cause women in the 90s more from a brother
a part-time lover, who's wack undercover
So, brother, do your when it comes to the bedroom:

Don't let him eat the

If he got the head room
So, dip, DIP, dive if you wanna be a
a helmet with a light
Like an old gold
No to taste test
The puddn's always
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I more pudd'n
Than old folks play
Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa
What Atlanta? [????] than Santa
night, I'm liver than
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Holy (
No Clue He's Saying)

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Proof is in the pudd'n, so get a taste
I know that you love it the smile on your face
Up and down a slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the middle of a
'Cause I my men cot diesel
And if you're
Then Nigga, just it
You can't rub my back, or my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy,
Achy, stuffy fever
Undercover lover, in the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or loves Minne
But I havte getting hickies on my in the summer
'Cause wearing a neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your blood rises
It ain't the of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us
But if you front on the
You not get your spoon in