Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing like them boys,

slang

Take you home, teach you things

Pretty guy, that my type

I want a boy like you.

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

Hit the club, throw ones for the hoes

my fault, I just love that way you keep it
Man, and knows

Ain't like 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

nothing like 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 boy like 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 from night.
Look, fuck my boo rock jays

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

Baby girl from Chiraq, back shots, my cat.
And she my dog, my nigga, pose boy, fuck pictures
Tink, just know I fuck with you,

One OM dog,

On me, all up, yeah.

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

Something the way you run these streets

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

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

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

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

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

nothing like them country boys...