Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing them country boys,

slang

Take you home, you some things

Pretty guy, ain't my type

I a downtown boy like you.

Touchdown in city and feel them girls ain't with me
I like your waves when I put my 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
Call you up, drop a deuce, you leaning

Hit the club, some ones for the hoes

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

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

Ain't 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 downtown boy you

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

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

We don't never play 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, know that I fuck with you,

One OM dog,

On me, all up, yeah.

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

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

Something the way you run these streets

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

When I hear your accent, it makes me go

Ain't nothing them country boys, dirty slang
I take 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 country 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

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

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

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

Ain't nothing like them boys...