Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing them country boys,

Dirty

you home, teach you some things

Pretty guy, that my type

I a downtown boy like you.

Touchdown in your city and feel them girls with me
I like your waves when I put my on you
Love the way you shot it, you talk slow but I 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, throw ones for the hoes

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

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

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

She pour the forth, we still from last night.
Look, fuck my boo rock jays

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

Baby from Chiraq, back shots, that's 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 take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that my type
I a downtown boy like you

Ain't nothing like them country boys, slang
I take you home, teach 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 bout the way you talk to me

When I hear accent, it makes me go insane

Ain't nothing them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you things
Don't no pretty 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

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

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

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

nothing like them country boys...