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 leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, is sicker thenna nigga
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
liquor, and probly Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
plays on the station and me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this games fit wit whack
niggas then a slave basement but
freth of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
and scared, cuz thats juss what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, on me for
a substitute, I be shit up so move!

Ooh, im here, so open 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, my dinner (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
you can gimmie some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon 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 (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
love they hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all hope was lost But of all be happy im

Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im here so 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,
pass me the (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 what i to the table,
you just a tax write offa label, you
outside flossin yo 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 nibble on, lyrical general,
on my genitals, you get shitted on,
me and you never 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 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 up the door 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 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