Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Slang

Ain't nothing like country boys,

Dirty

Take you home, teach you some

Pretty guy, that my type

I want a downtown boy you.

Touchdown in city 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 but I like 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, throw some ones for the

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

Ain't nothing like 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 downtown boy you

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

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

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

We don't never play heart games this shit 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 that I fuck you,

One OM dog,

On me, all up, yeah.

Ain't nothing 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 boy like you

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

Something 'bout the way you run streets

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

When I hear your accent, it makes me go

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 downtown boy you

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

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

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

Ain't nothing like them boys...