Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing like them boys,

Dirty

Take you home, teach you things

Pretty guy, that my type

I want a boy like you.

Touchdown in your city and feel them girls ain't me
I like waves when I put my hands on you
Love the way you shot it, you talk but I like it
You keep it up, baby, here's what I'm do, do, do, do
Call you up, drop a deuce, have you

Hit the club, throw ones for the hoes

It's my fault, I just that way you keep it
Man, and everybody

Ain't nothing like them boys, dirty slang
I take you home, teach you some things
want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I a downtown boy like you

nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you things
Don't want no pretty guy, that my type
I want a downtown boy you

Yeah, and look, she say she want a young
Yeah, foreign shit for my bitch cause my bag right damn,

She the forth, we still leaning from last night.
Look, fuck lose my boo jays

We don't never play heart games shit real for her, it's a drill.

Baby girl from Chiraq, shots, that's my cat.
And she my dog, my nigga, pose boy, fuck pictures
Tink, just know that I fuck you,

One OM dog,

On me, all up, yeah.

Ain't them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you things
Don't want no pretty guy, ain't my type
I a downtown boy like you

nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, ain't my type
I a downtown boy like you

Something the way you run these streets

You're respected, hope that knows your name
And bout the way you talk to me

When I hear your accent, it makes me go

Ain't nothing like them boys, dirty slang
I take you home, teach you some things
Don't no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy you

nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you things
Don't no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a boy like you

you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some for the hoes

It's my fault, I just love it the way you it
Man, and everybody

Call you up, a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw ones for the hoes
my fault, I just love the way you keep it
Man, and knows

Ain't nothing like country boys...