Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
right cocksucker 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 you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard
You might as well be a brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? off with ya arms
You'd rather on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex it's baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, always got my in my belt
Can't take faggots, I can kill him and his man by
Cause they pussy and I know it and they it theyself!!!

[Hell HOOK]
MY COME ON THE BOAT NIGGA
I YA LIFE 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 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

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

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