Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

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

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

Rell]
Now the boat's on cruise, the on you
Damn right the joke's on you
I'm laughing all the way to the
I'm blasting all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
Bust a brick powder the scale
If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't out of ya cell
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the
You might as be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking me? It's off with ya arms
You'd rather on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya sister in front of ya mom's
Flex it's Dipset baby, drop of bombs!
You dealing with dealers dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm my strap, always got my hand in my belt
Can't faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I it and they know it theyself!!!

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

KILLA!
Mr. Giles Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), these could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, peep her....she want to for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I make the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting every talent
the Principal, it's the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck with Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a smart ho!
Here's ya lesson....fuck school, cop a
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 could spot a
They'll take ya money and ya while they capping at ya
You'll be running down the hill while they 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!
nigga, little house, little rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out with my little
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, did Bleek sell?
Marie.....what that 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 tea-spoon feed
We the & the boasters, our ratchet's 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