Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

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

[Hell HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE ASS NIGGAZ 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 LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

Rell]
Now the boat's on cruise, the on you
Damn right cocksucker the on you
I'm all the way to the bank
plus I'm all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
Bust a brick open powder the
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 might as well be a good brother, go to the
with me? It's off with ya arms
You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in of Saddam
rather rape ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing with the hand that they
I'm gripping my strap, always got my in my belt
take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I it and they know it theyself!!!

Rell: HOOK]
MY COME 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 AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!)
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE ASS NIGGAZ
I GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Maybach with Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE 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 said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting every talent
Fuck the Principal, 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 a town, grams triple, lock it down
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
You'll be running down the hill they laughing at ya

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