Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

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

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

Rell]
Now the boat's on cruise, the on you
Damn cocksucker the joke's on you
I'm all the way to the bank
plus I'm 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 have you scared to go get dressed, to go to the yard
You as well be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? It's off with ya
You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in of Saddam
You'd rather ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex it's Dipset baby, drop of bombs!
You dealing with that's dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, got my hand in my belt
Can't take faggots, I can him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I know it and know it theyself!!!

[Hell HOOK]
MY COCAINE COME ON THE NIGGA
I READ YA LIFE STORY AND IT GO THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!)
I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS
I GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I LAUGHING 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!)
Maybach with Baurties (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 roll (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean I'm walking 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 sport the
Fuck with Cam? Thought it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound
In the States spot a town, grams triple, it down
Oh, you got it now? get it popping now? (now?)
be careful on the Hill, they could spot a clown
They'll ya money and ya work while they capping at ya
You'll be running down the while they laughing at ya

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