Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing like country boys,

Dirty

you home, teach you some things

Pretty guy, ain't my type

I want a boy like you.

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

nothing like 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

nothing like them 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

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

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

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

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

One OM dog,

On me, all up, yeah.

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

Something 'bout the way you run streets

You're well respected, hope that knows 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 take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, ain't my type
I want a downtown boy you

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

Call you up, drop a deuce, you leaning
Hit the club, some ones for the hoes

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

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

Ain't like them country boys...