Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Puddin'

[Taj & Sahpreem
(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 with the
Can I get a
fitness. Baby, we can do it
Take time, do it right

Mmm, my belly button
Whisper nothings in my ear
To get my hormones in
Now, mamma's baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in your
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 all woman
So check it, the 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)
Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't like that
Yeah ain't that a
Pull out spoon
And let's the mixing
in the bedroom
Never in the
You can get
WIth your head beneath the
Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck
'Cause in the 90s want more from a brother
a part-time lover, who's wack undercover
So, brother, do your duty it comes to the bedroom:

Don't let him eat the

If he ain't got the head
So, dip, DIP, dive if you be a diver
a helmet with a light
Like an old gold
No need to test
The always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna a mess

(3x)
Can I get my in - No way
Now I eats more
old folks play bingo
Parker can't lose in Santa Domingo
What Atlanta? [????] than Santa
night, I'm liver than
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Holy (
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 like a slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the middle of a
I likes my men cot diesel
And if you're
Then Nigga, 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, I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves
Joanie loves Chachi, or loves Minne
But I havte hickies on my neck in the summer
wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
I up the mike 'til your blood prssure rises
It the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out spoon, and let us begin
But if you on the pudd'd
You might not get spoon in