Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

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

Rell: HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS I AIN'T 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 WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

[Hell
Now the boat's on cruise, the 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!
Bust a brick powder the scale
If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't come out of ya
I'd you scared to go get dressed, scared 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 rape ya little sister in front of ya
Flex it's Dipset baby, drop 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 faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
they pussy and I know it and they know it theyself!!!

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

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

Rell]
Your rap book is a whole bunch of riddles you scribble
Your not a you can't dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, little house, rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out my little glock
Make it pop, my clip fill it in ya spine
Before that make you say DIPSET a million times
Let me see old Soundscan, what did Bleek sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what little freak sell?
All them niggaz went and I'm laughing at them
Got my in the air throwing karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I feed them
We the & the boasters, our ratchet's 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