Luyện nghe bài hát Laughin' At You

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

[Hell 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

[Hell
Now the on cruise, the scope's 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 to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard
You might as be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? 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 Dipset baby, drop of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing the hand that they dealt
I'm my strap, always got my hand in my belt
take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I know it and know it theyself!!!

Rell: HOOK]
MY COCAINE COME ON THE NIGGA
I YA LIFE 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 WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS
I AIN'T GOT NO FOR THESE JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. Giles Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), these bitches 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 ain't graduate, I ain't the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
on Art teachers, fighting every talent show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam the Calicoooo
Fuck with Cam? about it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound
In the States spot a town, grams triple, lock it
Oh, you got it now? get it popping now? (now?)
be careful on the Hill, they could spot a clown
They'll take ya money and ya while they clapping at ya
be running down the hill while they laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap book is a whole of riddles that you scribble
not a baller you can't dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, little house, little
Pull up on ya block, hop out with my little glock
Make it pop, my clip fill it in ya spine
Before that make you say DIPSET a hundred million
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what that little freak
All niggaz went wood and I'm laughing at them
Got my wrist in the air karats at them
These is dumb, I pre-school teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I 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