Luyện nghe bài hát Laughin' At You

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

[Hell
Now the boat's on cruise, the on you
right cocksucker the joke's 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 Clinton with me you wouldn't out of ya cell
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the
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 front of
You'd rather ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex it's Dipset baby, drop of bombs!
You dealing with dealers dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, always got my in my belt
Can't faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I know it and they it theyself!!!

Rell: HOOK]
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 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 AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with (rims), these bitches 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 the Calicoooo
Fuck Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a smart 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? get it popping now? (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, they could spot a
They'll take ya money and ya work while clapping at ya
You'll be running down the hill while laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap book is a whole bunch of riddles that you
Your not a baller you dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
nigga, little house, little rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out with my glock
Make it pop, my clip fill it in ya spine
that make you say DIPSET a hundred million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did Bleek
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
niggaz is dumb, I pre-school teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon them
We the braggers & the boasters, our in the holsters
Now we 'em out faggot, target pratice with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn he's a stand up
Rell with a stand up TV rim