Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing them country boys,

Dirty

Take you home, you some things

Pretty guy, that ain't my

I want a boy like you.

Touchdown in your and feel them girls ain't with me
I like your when I put my hands 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, a deuce, have you leaning

Hit the club, some ones for the hoes

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

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

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

She pour the forth, we still leaning last night.
Look, fuck my boo rock 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, just know that I fuck you,

One OM dog,

On me, all up, yeah.

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

Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty
I wanna take you home, teach you some
want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I a downtown 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 me go insane

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

Ain't nothing like them country boys, slang
I wanna take you home, you some 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, throw some ones for the

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

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

Ain't nothing like them boys...