Luyện nghe bài hát Laughin' At You

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

[Hell
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn right cocksucker the on you
I'm laughing all the way to the
I'm blasting 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 have you scared to go get dressed, to go to the yard
You might as be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? It's off ya arms
You'd rather on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya sister in front of ya mom's
it's Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing with the hand they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, got my hand in my belt
Can't take faggots, I can him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I know it and know it theyself!!!

[Hell Rell:
MY COCAINE ON THE BOAT NIGGA
I READ YA LIFE STORY AND IT GO THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!)
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING 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 WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. with Mr. Mohammed (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 make the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the said I'm walking on a violent stroll (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 Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a Alec ho!
Here's ya lesson....fuck school, cop a
In the States spot a town, grams triple, lock it
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it popping (now?)
be careful on the Hill, they could spot a clown
They'll take ya money and ya work they clapping at ya
You'll be running down the while they laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap is a whole bunch of riddles that you scribble
not a baller you can't dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, little house, rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out my little glock
it pop, my whole clip fill it in ya spine
Before that you say DIPSET a hundred million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did Bleek
Teiarra Marie.....what that little sell?
All them niggaz wood 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 with rhymes, I feed them
We the & the boasters, our ratchet's in the holsters
Now we pull 'em out faggot, pratice with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn he's a up comedian
Hell with a stand up TV rim