Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't like them country boys,

slang

Take you home, teach you some

Pretty guy, that my type

I want a boy like you.

Touchdown in city and feel them girls ain't with me
I like your when I put my hands on you
Love the way you shot it, you slow but I like it
You keep it up, baby, here's what I'm 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 love that way you it
Man, and everybody

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

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

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

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

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 country boys, dirty slang
I wanna you home, teach you some things
Don't want no guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy you

Ain't 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 downtown boy you

'bout the way you run these streets

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

I hear your accent, it makes me go insane

Ain't nothing like them country boys, 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

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

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

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

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

Ain't nothing them country boys...