Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

I LAUGHING WITH 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 LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

[Hell HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS NIGGAZ I AIN'T GOT NO FOR THESE JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING 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 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 open powder the
If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't come out of ya
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the
You might as be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking me? It's off with ya arms
rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya little sister in of ya mom's
Flex it's Dipset baby, drop of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing with the that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, got my hand in my belt
Can't faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I know it and know it theyself!!!

[Hell Rell:
MY COCAINE COME ON THE BOAT
I READ YA STORY AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you funny 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 THESE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. Giles with Mr. (what up Rell!)
Maybach with Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE DEGREEEEE
My third teacher, peep her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't the honor roll (nope)
gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting talent show
Fuck the Principal, 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, lock it
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it now? (now?)
Well be on the Hill, they could spot a clown
They'll take ya money and ya work while capping at ya
You'll be down the hill while they laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap 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, little
Pull up on ya block, hop out with my little glock
Make it pop, my clip fill it in ya spine
Before that make you say a hundred million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did Bleek
Teiarra Marie.....what that freak sell?
All them niggaz wood and I'm laughing at them
Got my in the air throwing karats at them
These is dumb, I pre-school teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I feed them
We the braggers & the boasters, our ratchet's in the
Now we pull 'em out faggot, target with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn a stand up comedian
Hell Rell a stand up TV rim