Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing them country boys,

slang

Take you home, teach you some

Pretty guy, ain't my type

I want a boy like you.

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

Hit the club, some ones for the hoes

my fault, I just love that way you keep it
Man, and everybody

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

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

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

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

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

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

One OM dog,

On me, all up, yeah.

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

nothing like them country 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

Something the way you run these streets

well respected, hope that knows your name
And something the way you talk to me

I hear your accent, it makes me go insane

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

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

Call you up, a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some ones for the

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

Call you up, drop a deuce, have you
Hit the club, throw some for the hoes
It's my fault, I love the way you keep it
Man, and knows

Ain't nothing like them boys...