Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

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

Rell: HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS NIGGAZ I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE 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

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
right cocksucker the joke's on you
I'm laughing all the way to the
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 be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? off with ya arms
You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of
rather rape ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex it's baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's with the hand 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 know it and know it theyself!!!

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

KILLA!
Mr. with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My grade teacher, peep her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't make the honor (nope)
gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting every talent
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam the Calicoooo
Fuck with Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a smart ho!
ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound
In the States spot a town, grams triple, it down
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it popping (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 they laughing at ya

[Hell
rap book is a whole bunch of riddles that you scribble
Your not a baller you dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
nigga, little house, little rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out with my glock
it pop, my whole clip fill 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 freak sell?
All niggaz went wood and I'm laughing at them
Got my in the air throwing karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I teach them
I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon feed them
We the braggers & the boasters, our in the holsters
Now we pull 'em out faggot, pratice with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn he's a stand up
Hell Rell with a up TV rim