Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU

[Hell Rell:
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS NIGGAZ I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn right the joke's on you
I'm all the way to the bank
plus I'm all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
a brick open powder the scale
If you was in Clinton me you wouldn't come out of ya cell
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, to go to the yard
You might as well be a good brother, go to the
with me? It's off with ya arms
You'd spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya little sister in front of ya
Flex it's baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing with the hand they dealt
I'm my strap, always got my hand in my belt
take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I know it and they it theyself!!!

[Hell Rell:
MY COME ON THE BOAT NIGGA
I READ YA LIFE STORY AND IT GO THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you niggaaaa!)
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE ASS NIGGAZ
I AIN'T GOT NO FOR THESE JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. Giles with Mr. (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, peep her....she to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't make the honor (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting every talent
the Principal, it's the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound
In the States spot a town, triple, lock it down
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it now? (now?)
Well be on the Hill, they could spot a clown
They'll take ya and ya work while they capping at ya
You'll be running down the hill they laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap book is a whole bunch of that you scribble
not a baller you can't dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, little house, little
Pull up on ya little block, hop out my little glock
Make it pop, my whole clip it in ya spine
Before that make you say DIPSET a hundred million
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what that freak sell?
All them went wood and I'm laughing at them
Got my wrist in the air karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon them
We the braggers & the boasters, our ratchet's in the
Now we pull 'em out faggot, target with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn he's a up comedian
Hell Rell with a up TV rim