Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing like them boys,

Dirty

Take you home, you some things

Pretty guy, that ain't my

I want a downtown boy you.

Touchdown in your city and them girls ain't with me
I your 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, what I'm gonna do, do, do, do
you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning

Hit the club, some ones for the hoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baby girl from Chiraq, back shots, my cat.
And she my dog, my nigga, won't boy, fuck pictures
Tink, just know I fuck with you,

One OM dog,

On me, all up, yeah.

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

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

'bout the way you run these streets

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

When I hear accent, it makes me go insane

Ain't nothing like them 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

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

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

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

Call you up, drop a deuce, 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 them boys...