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 downtown boy you.

Touchdown in your city and feel them girls 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, what I'm gonna do, do, do, do
you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning

Hit the club, throw ones for the hoes

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

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

Ain't nothing like them boys, dirty slang
I wanna you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, 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 leaning 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 from Chiraq, back shots, my cat.
And she my dog, my nigga, won't pose boy, pictures
Tink, just know that I fuck 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 boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my
I want a boy like you

Something 'bout the way you run streets

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

When I your accent, it makes me go insane

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't nothing them country boys...