Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

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

[Hell HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS I AIN'T 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, CAUSE I'M 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!
Bust a brick open the scale
If you was in with me you wouldn't come out of ya cell
I'd have you to go get dressed, scared 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 of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya sister in front of ya mom's
Flex it's Dipset baby, hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, got my hand in my belt
take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause pussy and I know 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 LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!)
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE ASS NIGGAZ
I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE 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 with Mr. (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 honor (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent (how's that?)
on Art teachers, fighting every talent show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam the Calicoooo
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 Wanna get it popping now? (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, they could spot a
They'll take ya money and ya while they capping at ya
You'll be running down the hill they laughing at ya

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