Luyện nghe bài hát Laughin' At You

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

[Hell HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE 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

[Hell
Now the boat's on cruise, the 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 brick powder the scale
If you was in Clinton with me you 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
with me? It's off with ya arms
You'd spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex Dipset baby, drop hundreds 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
Can't take faggots, I can kill him and his man by
Cause they pussy and I it and they know it theyself!!!

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

KILLA!
Mr. Giles Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Maybach with Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My third teacher, peep her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I graduate, I ain't make the honor roll (nope)
gym, the Dean 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 the Calicoooo
Fuck Cam? Thought 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?)
Well be on the Hill, they could spot a clown
take ya money and ya work while they clapping at ya
You'll be running down the while they laughing at ya

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