Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

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

[Hell Rell:
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK 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 YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn right cocksucker the on you
I'm laughing all the way to the
plus I'm all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
Bust a open powder the scale
If you was in with me you wouldn't come out of ya cell
I'd you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard
You might as well be a brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? off with ya arms
You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of
You'd rather rape ya little sister in front of ya
Flex it's baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing dealers that's dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm my strap, always got my hand in my belt
Can't take faggots, I can him and his man by myself
they pussy and I know it and they know it theyself!!!

[Hell HOOK]
MY COME ON THE BOAT NIGGA
I YA LIFE STORY AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I LAUGHING 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 BLOCK ASS
I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

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

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