Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING 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 LAUGHING 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 THESE JAMIE ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE 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 right 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
with me? It's off with ya arms
You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya little sister in of ya mom's
Flex it's baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing with the that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, got my hand in my belt
Can't 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 BOAT
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 ASS NIGGAZ
I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR JAMIE FOXX 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 with Mr. (what up Rell!)
Chocolate with Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My third teacher, peep her....she want 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 stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, every talent show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck with Cam? Thought about it bro, 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? Wanna get it now? (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, could spot a clown
They'll take ya and ya work while they capping at ya
You'll be running down the hill they laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap book is a whole bunch of riddles you scribble
Your not a baller you can't dribble, and ya middle is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, little house, rocks
up on ya little block, hop out with my little glock
Make it pop, my whole clip it in ya spine
Before make you say DIPSET a hundred million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, did Bleek sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what that little freak
All them niggaz went wood and I'm at them
Got my wrist in the air karats at them
These 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 'em out faggot, target pratice with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn he's a up comedian
Rell with a stand up TV rim