Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, im here, so up the door for
me, who is it? Its Hopsin, im here, so
open up the for me, hurry up and
let me in nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, my dinner (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, pass me the dessert (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, H-izzo P in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on,
y'know, im leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, is sicker thenna nigga
whos sobbin from hiccups and his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider some shit up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the and leave me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats juss i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, on me for
a substitute, I be tearin up so move!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin Im here, so open up the for me,
up and let me in nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah, my dinner (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
then pass me the (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
that you can some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up more to
call you a bitch!" This is my life, and
is my (This is my urge) This is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You cant stop forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit niggas
when they hot boxin, right when you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a call, i was even
thinkin all hope was lost But of all be happy im

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im here so up
the for me, hurry up and let me in
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah my dinner (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

3: I go to rap concerts and post in the back,
dont clap, im knowin that the
be whack, after performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you a tax write offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The same show? I so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, gimmie
nipples to on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, you get shitted on,
me and you never gon get
along, he best be, the hottest scince the PS3, out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you know it
iller? Other pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im here So up the door for me, hurry up and
let me in, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
my dinner (Dinner, dinner,
dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) Ooh, im here, so open up the for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im so open up
the door for me, up and let me in
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah gimme My (Dinner, dinner, dinner) Nah,
nah, nah, nah, nah, then me the
(Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Outro: Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin,
Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, H-izzo, P
stepped in the dizzo, wit a mug
and a magnificent flizzo, P
in the dizzo