Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing like country boys,

slang

Take you home, you some things

Pretty guy, ain't my type

I want a boy like you.

Touchdown in your city and feel them ain't 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 it up, baby, here's what I'm gonna do, do, do, do
Call you up, drop a deuce, have you

Hit the club, throw some ones for the

It's my fault, I just love 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 want no pretty guy, that ain't my
I want a boy like you

Ain't nothing them 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 boy like you

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

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

We never play heart games this shit 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 nothing them country boys, slang
I wanna you home, teach you some things
Don't no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I a downtown boy like you

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

Something the way you run these streets

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

When I hear accent, it makes me go insane

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't nothing like them boys...