Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Laughin'

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

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

Rell: HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE ASS NIGGAZ I AIN'T GOT NO TIME 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 all the way to the bank
plus I'm all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
Bust a open powder the scale
If you was in Clinton me you wouldn't come out of ya cell
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the
You might as well be a brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking me? It's off with ya arms
You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in of Saddam
You'd rather ya little sister in front of ya mom's
it's Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing dealers that's dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm my strap, always 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 they it theyself!!!

Rell: HOOK]
MY COCAINE COME ON THE NIGGA
I READ YA LIFE AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!)
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS
I GOT NO TIME FOR THESE 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. Giles with Mr. (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I make the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, every talent show
the Principal, it's the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam the Calicoooo
Fuck with Cam? Thought it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound
In the spot a town, grams triple, lock it down
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it popping (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, they could spot a
They'll ya money and ya work while they capping 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
Your not a baller you can't dribble, and ya name is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, house, little rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out my little glock
Make it pop, my whole fill it in ya spine
that make you say DIPSET a hundred million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, did Bleek sell?
Marie.....what that little freak sell?
All them niggaz went and I'm laughing at them
Got my wrist in the air karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I pre-school them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon feed
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 up comedian
Rell with a stand up TV rim