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 door for me, up and
let me in nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, gimme my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, pass me the dessert (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on,
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
liquor, and probly Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
on the station 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
niggas 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 scared, cuz thats juss what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, on me for
a substitute, I be tearin up so move!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so up the door 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, gimmie my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
then me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

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

Chorus: 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 my dinner (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap and post in the back,
dont even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, after performin 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 just a tax offa your label, you
outside yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the back, am i watchin The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, gimmie
nipples to on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, fore you get on,
understand me and you gon get
along, he best be, the hottest the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you know it
iller? Other niggas pretty hot but
killer, cmon!

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

Hopsin, 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