Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing them country boys,

Dirty

Take you home, you some things

Pretty guy, that ain't my

I want a boy like you.

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

Hit the club, throw some for the hoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One OM dog,

On me, all up, yeah.

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

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

Something 'bout the way you run streets

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

When I hear your accent, it me go insane

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

Ain't nothing them country boys, dirty slang
I take you home, teach you some things
Don't no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I a downtown 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 it the way you keep it
Man, and knows

Call you up, a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, some ones for the hoes
It's my fault, I just the way you keep it
Man, and everybody

Ain't nothing like them boys...