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

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn cocksucker the joke's 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 Clinton with me you wouldn't come out of ya
I'd have you to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard
You as well be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? It's off ya arms
You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya little sister in front of ya
it's Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You with 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
Cause they pussy and I 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 AIN'T 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 ASS NIGGAZ
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 WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. Giles Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting every talent
the Principal, it's the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck with Cam? Thought 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? Wanna get it now? (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, 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

Rell]
Your rap book is a whole bunch of that you scribble
Your not a baller you 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 whole fill it in ya spine
Before that make you say DIPSET a million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did Bleek
Teiarra Marie.....what that freak sell?
All them niggaz went wood and I'm at them
Got my in the air throwing karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon feed
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 Rell with a up TV rim