Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

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

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

[Hell HOOK]
MY COCAINE COME ON THE NIGGA
I READ YA STORY AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!)
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS
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, 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 THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, peep her....she to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting every show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam the Calicoooo
Fuck with Thought about it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
Here's ya lesson....fuck school, cop a
In the spot a town, grams triple, lock it down
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it now? (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, they spot a clown
They'll ya money and ya work while they capping at ya
You'll be running down the hill while laughing at ya

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