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, then 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 tryna leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is sicker thenna
whos sobbin from hiccups and his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
liquor, and probly Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, while on vacation,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a 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!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the for me,
who is it? Its 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,
then pass me the (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
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 no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that hypes my ass up even more to
you a bitch!" This is my life, and this
is my urge (This is my urge) is my
mic, and these are my (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i the shit that niggas
love they hot boxin, right when you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and 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 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 my dinner (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and in the back,
even clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
fucken wit what i to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The 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 you know reppin it
iller? Other niggas hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, 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,
gimme my (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 here so 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, 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
Stepped in the