Luyện nghe bài hát Laughin' At You

I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, 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 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, I'M LAUGHING 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 all the way to the bank
plus I'm all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
Bust a brick 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 be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? It's off with ya
You'd spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rape ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers dealing with 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 they it theyself!!!

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

KILLA!
Mr. Giles with Mr. (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), these could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD
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 violent (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting talent show
the Principal, it's 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, grams triple, it down
Oh, you got it now? get it popping now? (now?)
be careful on the Hill, they could spot a clown
They'll take ya and ya work while they clapping at ya
You'll be running down the hill they laughing 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 glock
Make it pop, my whole clip it in ya spine
Before that make you say a hundred million times
Let me see old Soundscan, what did Bleek sell?
Marie.....what that little freak sell?
All them niggaz went wood and I'm at them
Got my wrist in the air throwing at them
These niggaz is dumb, I pre-school teach
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I feed them
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 with a up TV rim